"Luo Yichen!" She happily recited his name silently in her heart, wanting to sit up and rush over to hug him tightly. But his body seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone, and he couldn't move at all.
His face was as indifferent as usual, his lips were tightly pressed, and he walked towards her hospital bed step by step.
Seeing him getting closer and closer to her... The surrounding scenery gradually blurred, and it seemed that there were only her and him left in the whole world.
Su Rourou only felt that her nose was sore, and a complex emotion swelled in her chest. Her heart swelled, and tears began to roll in her eyes unconsciously.
Luo Yichen stood in front of the hospital bed for a long, long time without opening his mouth, just staring quietly at Su Rourou's pale face.
Just when Su Rourou thought he would stand like this for the rest of his life without speaking, his thin lips finally moved, and he said softly: "Idiot, does it still hurt?"
Hearing him talking to herself in such a gentle voice, Su Rourou's voice was a little choked, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
It doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt anymore! It's all good to see you... She whispered aggrievedly in her heart, but her throat seemed to be sealed, and no sound could come out.
"Idiot, you... don't cry!" Luo Yichen, who had no expression on his face, suddenly panicked.
He quickly took out a tissue and carefully wiped away the tears on her face.
Later, he just hugged her gently like that, and massaged her lower abdomen one by one. A warm current passed from his hand to every cell in her body.
In the dream, Su Rourou only felt that her whole body was warmed up, surrounded by Luo Yichen's unique mint fragrance.
Smelling this familiar scent, she soon fell into a sweeter dreamland.
When she woke up the next morning, there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, but that smile quickly condensed on her lips.
She found herself lying alone in bed with no one around her.
The slender fingers unconsciously caressed the slightly wrinkled quilt, and she felt a little lonely: So, no matter how real the dream was, it was just a dream...he had never been here at all...
A few days later, Su Rourou's body gradually recovered, and she finally returned to the classroom to attend classes.
That day, when she passed by Luo Yichen's seat, she paused in her footsteps, and secretly glanced at him tentatively.
The expression on Luo Yichen's face was still as flat as before, but she always felt that this kind of indifference was fundamentally different from the previous indifference.
She thought, this time he must be very angry, very angry, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to see him even after he had been hospitalized for so many days. He didn't even reply to the text message she sent. But she thinks about him every day and dreams of him every night...
Thinking of this, Su Rourou's heart throbbed slightly, and she let out a barely audible sigh.
She was staring at her phone in a daze every day, hoping to receive a text message from him at some inadvertent moment.
One day between classes, she rested her chin on one hand and the desk with the other, and was secretly looking at Luo Yichen's silhouette in a daze. Suddenly, she heard Hou Xiaofeng's voice at the classroom door.
"Luo Yichen, a beautiful woman is looking for you!"
This sentence attracted the attention of everyone in the class—especially Su Rourou's attention.
Everyone looked at the door in unison, looking for the figure of the beautiful woman Hou Xiaofeng was talking about.
A girl with a bright smile poked her head out from the classroom door, and waved at Luo Yichen affectionately: "Brother Yichen!"