Chapter 14 Showing Weakness

  He is angry.

  What right does he have to be angry? Shouldn't she be the one who's angry? He threw away his own phone, and now he's inexplicably furious with her.

  Nie Zhiyan wanted to struggle free, but he held on tightly. Thinking of how she had been caught off guard today, she glared at him angrily and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

  "Unaware?" He said with self-mockery, his pitch-black eyes shrouded in a thick fog of darkness, as if he had been greatly ridiculed. He suppressed his voice and asked: "Nie Zhiyan, why did you come and go?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about." Nie Zhiyan refused to admit it, with a stubborn tone, just like when she was in high school and encountered a problem that she couldn't solve, even if she spent three days and nights without solving it, she wouldn't give up until she did.

  She was so captivating that he became infatuated with her at one point.

  Past memories suddenly jumped out at this moment, like a monster mocking his every move, mocking the foolish momentum with which he rushed here without regard for anything.

  The summer night still retained the scorching heat of the day, and even the wind blowing in from the corridor window was mixed with a burning heat like the sun, blowing up a few strands of hair on Lu Yiheng's forehead, which was covered with sparkling cold sweat.

  Lu Yiheng's eyes deepened, and he suddenly leaned onto Nie Zhiyan's shoulder. He was much taller than Nie Zhiyan, who let out a startled jump at the sudden shadow looming over him. Reaching up to push Lu away, his hand instead made contact with a scorching temperature.

  "... Lu Yiheng?" Nie Zhi's words were suddenly interrupted as she reached out to touch his forehead, the scorching temperature making her heart sink to the bottom, high fever...

  He actually ran out of the hospital with a high fever... just to see her... Has he gone mad?

  When Lu Yiheng woke up, he was hanging an IV drip on his arm. Nie Zhiyan sat by the window, propping her head with her arm and sleeping with her eyes closed. Her thick eyelashes drooped densely due to her posture, and her lips pouted slightly, leaving room for imagination. The blue hospital curtains were blown up by the wind from time to time, swaying back and forth behind her. The bright light in the ward shone on her pale face, creating an unreal halo.

  It turns out she's still here.

  Nothing is better than this.

  Time flows away second by second, as if one can hear the ticking sound of the seconds hand moving slowly. He tilted his head and gazed at her quietly, with the past moments scattered like countless twinkling lights in the long river of memory.

  Seven years, Nai Zhiyan, you finally came back.

  Perhaps it was his gaze that was too scorching, but the alarm clock she had set hadn't gone off yet and she woke up, dazedly opening her eyes to find herself locking gazes with him. Her heart skipped a beat as she barely managed to cover it up, getting out of bed and walking towards him.

  "How long have you been awake?" Nie Zhiyan asked casually, as if they were very close, so close that they had never had any quarrels. She casually touched his forehead and said, "Hmm, although the temperature has dropped, it's still a bit hot."

  Her palm was slightly cool, like a chilled beer on a sweltering summer day, refreshing and intoxicating.

  Nie Zhiyan felt a bit uneasy under his undisguised gaze, and smiled awkwardly. "Do you feel any better? Do you want to eat something?"

  It was a long time before he heard his slightly hoarse voice, low and clear, as if inadvertently drawing a stroke on the snow-white rice paper. He looked deeply at the girl standing beside him and asked, "Are you the only one left here?"

  She hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say, her movements somewhat stiff. She nodded slightly and said: "Auntie said she's not feeling well, your cousin accompanied her back to rest, I bought some rice porridge, you lie down for a bit, I'll go heat it up."