Looking at his back, Sang Chi hesitated for a few seconds. She wanted to lean on him, but she seemed to remember something and quickly withdrew her hand, saying seriously, "You can't carry me."
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu turned around and said, "You won't allow me to do this?"
Sang Zhi nodded and continued, "The doctor said you should avoid heavy physical labor for the next three months."
Duan Jiaxu was slightly stunned, and the corners of his lips curved up, "You still remember even when you're this drunk"
As if she didn't hear him, Sang Chi didn't respond. She just lowered her eyes and counted slowly on her fingers, "You had the surgery in November. So, December, 13th, 14th..."
"No." Sang Chi frowned as if she felt something was wrong, "Twelve, thirteen"
"" Duan Jiaxu couldn't help laughing, "Twelve, one."
Sang Chi then looked at him. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't understand why it jumped from twelve to one. She hesitated and said, "How many months is that, brother? Can you help me count?"
"Three months."
Sang Zhi said "oh" and didn't think anything was wrong. She stood up with great effort and asked with a sniff, "It's been three months, can you carry me?"
Duan Jiaxu smiled and said, "Yes."
Before Sang Zhi could lie on his back, she suddenly remembered something, "But I weigh more than 80 pounds." As she spoke, Sang Zhi started crying again, like she was breaking down. "I weigh more than 80 pounds."
""
"I still have," she looked down, her expression was stunned, and her crying became more sad, "I still have no breasts. I don't have breasts. I don't have breasts."
Duan Jiaxu was still squatting on the ground. Perhaps he had never expected to hear such words, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then, she made him laugh. His chest was heaving, he was a little out of breath from laughing, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why are you laughing at me?" Sang Zhi pointed at him and said unhappily, tears falling from her eyes. "You didn't either, so why are you laughing at me?"
"Well, I don't have one either." Duan Jiaxu immediately calmed down a bit, "So let's comfort each other, okay?"
"" Sang Chi stopped crying immediately, as if she had found her base, and willingly lay on his back, "Then, then you don't, don't be too sad."
Duan Jiaxu stood up and said with a smile, "Well, I'm not sad."
Sang Chi wiped her tears with her gloves and said, "Brother, what if I vomit again later?"
Duan Jiaxu threw the clothes in his hand into the trash can next to him, looked around, and coaxed him in a gentle voice, "Tell me when you want to vomit."
She hiccuped. “What if I can’t help it?”
"Then don't hold it back," Duan Jiaxu said, "Just don't spit on my brother's head."
Sang Chi said "oh" and said nothing more.
Fearing that she would feel even more uncomfortable in the car, Duan Jiaxu did not get in the car, but carried her on his back and walked towards Yihe University. He casually asked, "You have to catch a flight tomorrow, why are you drinking today?"
Sang Chi rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm not happy."
""
She was about to cry again as she spoke, her voice muffled, "Zhizhi is unhappy."
Duan Jiaxu turned his head to look at her and asked, "Why is Zhizhi unhappy?"
Sang Chi didn't answer.
Duan Jiaxu retracted his gaze and looked forward. The light was dim at night, and his expression was shadowy and not very clear. "Because of the person I like."