No matter how much he said, she would never come back to him again.
But Bai Ling knew that brother Jingche had done nothing wrong. The only thing he did wrong was making her sad.
So she retreated far away, no longer daring to take the initiative to approach.
Bai Ling finally stood up, lowered his head and whispered to Jing Che, "I'm going back."
"Bailing..."
Bai Ling turned around and left, and heard brother Jing Che calling her again. She was in a daze, as if he had called her several times, but Bai Ling felt her head hurt, her vision went dark, and she almost fainted, but followed closely, behind her, The man hugged her, and Brother Jingche's nice voice came from above her head, "Bailing, what's wrong? What's wrong?"
Bai Ling grabbed his hand feebly, "My head... hurts a bit..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Che picked her up. Bai Ling stared blankly, grabbed his chest randomly, and let out a painful cry, "I want to go back..."
"good."
Jing Che's speed was very fast. Even though Bai Ling was held in his arms, she could clearly feel his rough breathing. He was even more anxious than himself.
Jing Che opened the courtyard door, carried her all the way back to the house, and finally put her on the bed. He covered her with a quilt and boiled hot water for her, and kept busy inside and outside the house.
Bai Ling took advantage of him to boil hot water for himself, lowered his head and checked the pulse with his hand.
Then, he maintained that position for a long time without moving.
When Jing Che came back and made her her favorite scented tea, he saw that Bai Ling was holding her hand motionless. He frowned, sat down next to her, and gently held her hand. With two hands, he frowned and asked: "Laark, what's wrong?"
Bai Ling saw the hand he placed on hers. It was a beautiful and slender hand. The knuckles clearly grasped her hand, and it pressed against hers little by little.
Bai Ling raised his head again and stared at him with his eyes, unblinking, like a dumb rabbit.
Jing Che was stared at by her for a long time, and couldn't help but repeat the question.
This time Bai Ling blinked her eyes gently and finally came to her senses. She shook her head, lowered her eyes again, looked at his beautiful hands, and spoke slowly and without emotion: "Brother Jingche, can you leave? ?”
Jing Che felt an unprecedented embarrassment well up in his heart. He stared at Bai Ling and gently opened his lips: "Now?"
Bai Ling nodded, his lowered eyes were numb, and there was a bewildered light and shadow flitting under his eyes. He did not dare to raise his head to look at Jing Che, for fear that Jing Che would discover something.
Jing Che was a very arrogant person, and he was expelled by her three times. Every time, he felt that it was something he had done wrong that made her sad, including this time. But this time he could feel the slight tremor in Bai Ling's tone, as if she was afraid...
But, does he make her feel scared like this
Even if he just wants to care about her out of instinct, she will still feel scared and still don't want to see him...
Jing Che suppressed his breathing, stared at her, and said softly: "You look uncomfortable."
"It's nothing, I'm a little bit cold, I... I can..." Bai Ling didn't know why, but when facing Jing Che, he couldn't help but stuttered again.
Coupled with the panic at this moment, Bai Ling has no way to face Jing Che at this time, and is even afraid of accidentally exposing something to Jing Che's brother...