2nd day.
When Mu Ziyin woke up, it was already morning.
The room was empty. I was the only one there. Fang Jiayi was not there.
He held his head and thought about what happened last night. Last night... they seemed to have kissed, and he bit her collarbone...
I got out of bed and glanced at the mirror on my right. My hair was messy and there was a fever-reducing patch on my forehead. I looked a little silly.
This fever-reducing patch should have been put on by her, right
Thinking of this, he felt warm in his heart, and even the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
Just as he was lost in thought, the door behind him was pushed open. Mu Ziyin turned around and saw Fang Jiayi walking in with a bag of medicine.
Seeing him looking at her stupidly, Fang Jiayi smiled, walked over, and touched his forehead, "The fever hasn't subsided yet."
Her tone was natural, as if they were back in college when they were in love, and she cared for him in every possible way.
Mu Ziyin stared at her for a long time before nodding gently, "Yes, it seems that the fever has not subsided yet."
"These medicines are for you. The dosage is written on them. Remember to look at them when you take them." A bag of medicine was brought to him.
Mu Ziyin came back to his senses and glanced at her neck, as if wanting to confirm whether what happened last night was real.
Fang Jiayi felt his gaze and blushed slightly. She raised her hand and pulled up the collar of her shirt to cover the kiss marks he had left on her. "What are you looking at? Take the medicine."
Mu Ziyin grinned silently and took the medicine.
"There are new toothbrushes and face towels in the bathroom. Go wash up." After saying that, he turned and left the bedroom.
Mu Ziyin entered the bathroom and looked at the bottles and jars in front of the washbasin. These things were all Fang Jiayi's skin care products, all brands she had been using since college. Mu Ziyin looked at them and reached out to pick up one of the bottles, his eyes deep and trance.
He really missed the good times of that time.
However, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he could never go back to that time...
*
Ten minutes later, Mu Ziyin came out of the bathroom and took the medicine Fang Jiayi left for him. Perhaps after today, they will be separated again.
When he opened the bedroom door, his expression was a little sad.
I thought Fang Jiayi had left, but she hadn't.
Behind the door, the sun was shining brightly. Fang Jiayi, with a graceful figure, was wearing a white apron and cooking at the high counter in the kitchen. She held a spatula in her slender hands and kept stirring the food in the pan.
The sunlight slanted down on her face, which was fair and delicate, reflecting a tenderness that could drown one.
Mu Ziyin stared at her blankly, his heart pounding for the first time in a long time.
"You can't take medicine on an empty stomach. Don't take your medicine yet. Come here and have breakfast first, then take the medicine." She raised her head and squinted her eyes.
Mu Ziyin stood there, holding the medicine in his hand, staring at her intently without any reaction.
Fang Jiayi thought he didn't want to stay, so she sighed and said, "Well, if you don't want to stay for breakfast, just drink a cup of warm water. I'll put it on the dining table for you. Drink it before you leave."
Mu Ziyin resisted the urge to rush over and hug her, and shook his head, "No, I just want to thank you."
Fang Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It's okay. You helped me out at the hot pot restaurant last night. Sit down. It's rare for me to cook breakfast. I've also cooked your portion. You can stay and eat."
"Okay." He sat down at the dining table, and his eyes followed her movements closely, not moving away for even a second.
Fang Jiayi controlled the spatula and scooped the fried eggs from the pan onto a plate, her face slightly red.
One after another, light and delicious side dishes were placed on the table. The last dish served was a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, which was placed in front of Mu Ziyin, exuding an enticing aroma.
Fang Jiayi put a spoon in it and said with a smile, "You can eat it now."
Mu Ziyin looked up at her.
Their eyes locked together again, and no one spoke.
Fang Jiayi's ears felt hot when he looked at her. She looked away uncomfortably and asked in a low voice, "Do you want coriander?"
He shook his head and pulled the corner of his lip, "No, just eat it like this."
He picked up the spoon and took a bite quietly.
Seeing that he finally ate, Fang Jiayi felt much better. She put some fried eggs in his bowl and said, "Don't just eat the porridge, eat some vegetables too."
"Hmm." He responded softly and ate the food she picked for him.
After eating about half a bowl, Mu Ziyin put down the spoon.
Fang Jiayi immediately asked worriedly, "Does your appetite seem to be poor?"
“Somewhat.”
"You still have a fever, so it's normal that you can't eat. But if you can eat, eat. This way you will get better faster."
"Yeah." He nodded, but had no desire to pick up the spoon.
"Then you can drink more water."
He still nodded.
Fang Jiayi looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking. She took the bag for him and took out the pills one by one. "Do you know how to take these medicines? This one is antibiotics, just take two pills. These are for clearing away heat and detoxification, take three pills from this box, and take a small can of this..."
After saying this, she looked at him, and seeing that he was still quiet, she suddenly felt sad.
He had never been so cold to her before.
A huge feeling of loss filled her chest. She stared at his face, then lowered her eyes, looking very lost.
The room suddenly became quiet.
After Fang Jiayi finished saying those words, she felt as if there was nothing else to say. After leaving this house today, perhaps they would be like before, not seeing each other for half a year, until... they forgot each other...
Thinking of this, she felt sad. Maybe she had done something wrong in the past. She always ruthlessly pushed away the man who liked her. Now, seeing that he had Lin Xiaoxiao by his side, she couldn't even say a blessing.
She took a deep breath, trying not to look too sad, and tried to keep a smile on her face, saying, "Then...you can eat here. I'm going to work first. You don't have to clean up after you finish eating. I'll clean it up when I come back."
Hearing this, Mu Ziyin suddenly looked up at her. Although his head was dizzy from the fever, he could clearly feel the reluctance and pain in his heart. After struggling for a moment, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Can you take me home?"
Fang Jiayi clenched the cup in her hand, looked at him silently, and after a moment, nodded.
In fact, she didn't want to go because she was afraid that there was a woman named Lin Xiaoxiao living in his house, but when she saw his pale appearance, she couldn't refuse.
*
Fang Jiayi drove around most of the capital and sent Mu Ziyin back to his villa in the east district.
The closer they got to the villa, the sadder Fang Jiayi's eyes became, and gradually, her nose started to feel a little sore.
She even hoped that this road would never end and would just go on forever...
The villa in the east of the city is finally reached.
Fang Jiayi parked the car and turned around. Mu Ziyin was staring at her without blinking.
She leaned over to unbuckle him and said softly, "You're here."
He didn’t know if it was Mu Ziyin’s illusion, but he actually felt that her eyes were filled with reluctance and loss at this moment.
Why should she be sad
Isn't he the one who is constantly abandoned
She opened the car door for him, looked at him for the last time with her eyes curved, and said in a relaxed and natural manner, "Go back and have a good rest. Goodbye."
Mu Ziyin originally wanted to raise his hand to touch her head, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Fang Jiayi walked away.
Mu Ziyin's hand just froze in mid-air. He smiled bitterly and slowly got out of her car with a pale face.
Fang Jiayi smiled at him, "Go back quickly and keep warm. If your fever doesn't go away tonight, come to the hospital."
She stood in front of him, and Mu Ziyin suddenly had an urge to hug her tightly, and then asked her, "Can you come back to me?"
But in the end, nothing was done.
He took the medicine and walked forward little by little. Fang Jiayi, who was behind him, looked at him with eyes becoming more and more blurred. Until he completely disappeared in front of the gate, she took a deep breath, turned around and got into the car.
*
Fang Jiayi returned to the hospital and started a busy day, but she was always a little absent-minded. Sometimes, she couldn't help but think of Mu Ziyin's pale but handsome face in her mind. She wondered if his fever had subsided. Should she call and ask
I took out my cell phone and found Mu Ziyin's name, then I remembered that his number had been in service for several months.
Fang Jiayi sighed and put down her phone.
The latter is high sweet
(End of this chapter)