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At the foot of Mount Cook, there was an inn. Han Weiting even made buttered bread for me himself. Watching him busily moving around, a strange feeling suddenly surged in my heart.
I asked him, "Han Weiting, aren't you tired?" He smiled and said, "Not at all, as long as you're happy."
"Where do you want to go tomorrow?" he asked me. I raised the bread in my hand and fed it to the hunting dog kept by the inn's owner, saying, "You go help me find Sprite."
He was taken aback for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" I glared at him.
"Nothing, I just think my darling is getting cuter and cuter," he said, reaching out to ruffle my hair.
"Cut it out." I swatted his hand away. "Didn't you say I always listen to you? Then I want you to help me find Sprite now."
I casually flipped through the inn's brochure and pointed to a Sprite named Kaka, saying, "They say anyone who sees it can have their wishes granted. Please help me find it."
He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
I was speechless. "You really believe that?"
He chuckled and said, "As long as it's what you say, I believe it."
The next morning, Han Weiting set out. He went climbing. Mount Cook is covered in snow year-round.
I stayed at the inn, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky, suddenly feeling a bit worried. I took out my phone, wanting to call him but hesitated.
Why should I worry about him? He is Han Weiting after all, the capable Han Weiting. But I just couldn't control myself.
I think it might be because he has been so nice to me these past few days, so nice that it gave me the illusion that he really loves me.
I paced back and forth in my room, finally unable to resist dialing his number. The phone rang a few times before it was answered.
"What's up?" His voice came through the receiver, laced with a hint of laughter.
"Nothing," I replied coldly. "I just wanted to tell you that if you're cold, wear more clothes and don't freeze to death on the way."
He chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't die. I still need to come back and find you."
"Who cares if you come back?" I huffed and hung up the phone.
I lay on my bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Images of Han Weiting kept flashing through my mind—his smile, his anger, his tenderness...
Suddenly, I sat up straight and shook my head, trying to drive those chaotic thoughts out of my mind. I must be crazy to be thinking about that jerk.
That night, Han Weiting didn't come back. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, watching him pack his climbing gear. He moved with practiced ease, clearly having done this many times before.
"What's wrong?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "Are you going to miss me?"
"Yeah," I said coldly as I stared at him. "I hope you die on the way."
He chuckled again and walked over to ruffle my hair, saying, "Don't say things like that; they might come true."
The day Han Weiting set off for the mountain was a beautiful day. The sun was blinding. He pinched my cheek and said, "Wait for me to come back."
I rolled my eyes and turned back toward the inn. Without him around, I felt more at ease. I no longer had to be bound by him or face his hypocritical face anymore.
There were many fellow countrymen travelers in the inn, and I got to know one girl, around sixteen or seventeen years old, who was cute and well-behaved.
I had dinner with her in the restaurant.
In the evening, a heavy snow suddenly began to fall. The snow-capped mountains that were once illuminated by sunlight were now shrouded in dark clouds, which also weighed down people's spirits.
Many people gathered in the hotel lobby, their expressions serious as they worried about the safety of the climbers. The girl's father was among the climbing team, and they couldn't reach him now. The girl cried in distress, and her mother comforted her, assuring her that everything would be fine.
I sat quietly to the side, watching them, feeling a sudden pang of envy. At that moment, a stylishly dressed lady approached me and asked, "Excuse me, are you Lin Nuannuan?"
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