allonlinenovel Chapter 1451 Lin Shenjianyu: Sharing Daily Life
Chapter 1451 Lin Shenjianyu: Sharing Daily Life
Once a thought pops into her head, it's impossible to suppress it. She took a deep breath, as if she had made a major decision, picked up her phone, and began to share her daily life with Lin Junze, just like he did: "I just finished breakfast. The sandwich you bought was really good. It's a pity you've already flown away, otherwise I could share half with you."
She sent a picture of an empty breakfast plate, then added, "I'm in your living room now, the sun is shining, and your sofa is so soft." This was followed by a picture of the living room, angled so that the sunlight could be seen through the window.
"I'm planning to tidy up your study later and wipe the dust off your desk while I'm at it."
After sending the message, Wang Yuran put down her phone, leaned back on the sofa, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her heart was filled with anticipation. She didn't know how Lin Junze would react to these messages, but she wanted to try, to try to actively get closer to his life, just as he had gotten closer to her.
When Lin Junze saw the message from Wang Yuran, he was stunned. Then, an overwhelming joy overwhelmed him. He looked at every message and every photo Wang Yuran had sent, his smile almost reaching his ears.
She was willing to respond to his sharing! She was willing to proactively report her daily life to him! This shows that what he said that day, and his persistence, did have some effect! This shows that he holds a place in her heart!
Lin Junze's heart pounded wildly in his chest, so excited it felt like it would leap out of his throat. He gripped his phone tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure, his eyes filled with joy and emotion. He had been worried that his sharing would annoy her, that his initiative would scare her away, but now, her response was like a reassurance, dispelling all his worries...
He immediately replied, "Okay! Thank you so much, Yu Ran! My study is indeed a bit messy, thank you for your help." After thinking for a moment, he added, "When I get back from my business trip, I'll take you to your favorite Japanese restaurant as a thank you for tidying up my study."
After sending the message, he kept staring at the screen, his eyes full of anticipation, like a child waiting for a reward...
The morning light had risen high in the sky, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and filling the entire living room, illuminating even the fine dust particles floating in the air. Wang Yuran, wearing the plain apron that Lin Junze had left in the kitchen, with her sleeves rolled up to reveal her slender, fair wrists, was carefully wiping the sofa armrests with a rag. Her movements were practiced and natural, making her look every bit the lady of the house.
Her fingertips brushed over the fine creases on the sofa, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the furnishings in the living room, and the dream about the future quietly resurfaced in her heart, carrying a faint warmth.
After tidying up the living room and bedroom, only the study remained unexplored. In most people's minds, the study is always the most private place, hiding the owner's past and secrets that are not easily revealed. Wang Yuran put down the rag, stood at the study door, and gently tapped the door frame with her fingertips, a subtle probing thought flashing through her mind. She actually wanted to know more about Lin Junze, to glimpse through this private space the traces of his years of living alone, and to know what stories he had experienced in the years she had been absent from.
However, the other party's reply instantly dispelled the initial cautious probing, and also completely extinguished any desire to find out more.
Since he was so open, even expectant, the study was no longer a private place for her to be cautious and probing; it was just an ordinary room. She gently pushed open the study door, thinking to herself: It seems he probably has something he wants her to see in this study.
The scene inside the study confirmed her guess, yet exceeded her expectations. It was far tidier than she had imagined. The light gray desk was placed by the window, its surface spotless. Only the laptop, the wooden pen holder, and a few professional books were arranged in an orderly fashion, exactly as she had seen before.
The bookshelves against the wall are neatly categorized, ranging from legal textbooks to literary classics and collections of niche essays, arranged in an orderly fashion without the slightest clutter. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the blinds, casting long, thin shadows on the bookshelves. Only at the angle of the light can one see the fine dust particles floating in the air; otherwise, there is no trace of any need for cleaning.
Wang Yuran put down the rag in her hand, completely abandoning the idea of cleaning. She walked to the bookshelf, her fingertips lightly brushing the spines of the books, her gaze lingering among the rows of books, trying to find some clues about Lin Junze. Finally, she pulled out a copy of Gabriel García Márquez's *Love in the Time of Cholera*. She also had a copy of this book, but it had been buried deep in the bookshelf for years, buried under files.
She walked to the armchair next to the desk and sat down, placing the book open on her lap. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the pages, her arm accidentally bumped into a file folder in the corner of the desk. The folder wasn't sealed, and with her touch, it instantly opened, and its contents spilled out, falling onto the soft carpet with a soft rustling sound.
Wang Yuran's heart tightened, and she subconsciously gasped. She quickly closed her book and bent down to tidy up. Her fingertips had just touched the scattered papers when her movements suddenly froze, her pupils contracted instantly, and her breath stopped for a moment.
Those scattered items weren't important documents at all; they were all things about her—there were newspaper clippings of her handling cases and being reported by the media, photocopies of her occasional articles published in legal journals, and even more so, countless photographs, densely packed on the carpet, recording her lonely figure over the years.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she carefully picked up a photograph. In the photo, she was wearing a business suit, standing at the entrance of the courthouse, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression weary yet resolute. It was a scene from shortly after she entered the profession, following her victory in her first major case.
She remembered that day, standing alone outside the courthouse for a long time. There were no flowers, no applause, only endless exhaustion and relief. She thought she was the only one who remembered that moment, but she never expected that Lin Junze would capture it in a photograph.
She picked up another photo. In it, she was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, standing in front of a small noodle shop, head bowed as she accepted a bowl of noodles from the owner, a faint smile on her lips. It was a late-night snack she had at a noodle shop near her office after working overtime until late at night and being extremely hungry.
At that time, the street was already deserted. She thought no one knew about her disheveled and exhausted state, but Lin Junze's camera captured her most relaxed moment.
One photograph after another unfolded before her eyes like a silent film. There were photos of her focused on researching in the library, her patient listening attentively to clients at the legal aid center, and her hurried figure walking alone in the rainy night, holding a tattered umbrella…
Over the years, she thought she was all alone, walking alone on the difficult road of legal aid, bearing all the pressure and grievances. But these photos clearly tell her that Lin Junze has always been there, silently accompanying her in a way she never realized.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, filled with shock, disbelief, and an indescribable emotion, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.