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"Lin Sirou, get up and eat!" Luo Xiaotang pushed the blanket on the bed and wrapped it around himself, Lin Sirou.

"Mm …" Lin Sirou struggled to utter those words, but he remained motionless.

"Don't stay in bed. If you want to sleep, then sleep." Luo Xiaotang tried his best to pull the quilt away from Lin Sirou.

Lin Sirou's body was curled up even more, his forehead was drenched with sweat, and when Luo Xiaotang saw that something was amiss, he started to get nervous.

Luo Xiaotang helped Lin Sirou up, and leaned Lin Sirou onto her body, with one hand on Lin Sirou's forehead. The overly warm temperature had already allowed Luo Xiaotang to somewhat understand Lin Sirou's situation.

She once again laid Lin Sirou on the bed and covered him with a quilt. Afterwards, she found the antipyretic medicine in the cupboard and poured himself a cup of warm water. Luo Xiaotang was afraid that the warm water would be too hot, so he took a sip and after confirming that it was alright, he let Lin Sirou take the antipyretic medicine.

Then, she twisted and dried a towel that had been soaked in cold water, folded it into a proper size, and placed it on Lin Sirou's forehead.

After everything was completed, Luo Xiaotang picked up the phone that Lin Sirou had placed on the bed and opened the phone book. As expected, he saw Zuo Shaojie's number, and without hesitation, Luo Xiaotang called him.

Seeing that the phone screen showed Si Rou, Zuo Shaojie was very surprised. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still could not control himself and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Zuo Shaojie's tone rose in excitement.

"Zuo Shaojie?"

The voice that came from the other end of the phone was not the voice that he had been thinking about day and night, Zuo Shaojie did not avoid being disappointed, but he still responded, but his tone had an obvious sense of disappointment: "What is it?"

"Lin Sirou has a fever, come quickly! I don't know what to do! " Luo Xiaotang pretended to be anxious and at a loss of what to do.

"Alright, I'll go now." After knowing that Lin Sirou was sick, Zuo Shaojie was extremely nervous, wanting nothing more than to be by his side right now.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Xiaotang was very satisfied with Zuo Shaojie's reaction. This meant that she was not looking at the wrong person, Zuo Shaojie was indeed very concerned about Lin Sirou.

"You have to cherish it well!" Luo Xiaotang smiled at the sleeping Lin Sirou.

The gentle street light shone onto the sparsely populated street, and the sudden whistling train broke the silence, because the train was moving quickly, the surrounding air brushed past Zuo Shaojie's clothes, causing his clothes to sway unsteadily.

Zuo Shaojie only wanted to rush to Lin Sirou's side quickly, to make sure that Lin Sirou was fine. Even if she did not belong to him, she would have been fine as long as she was fine.

Zuo Shaojie stood at the door of Lin Sirou's house, his hand hesitating in front of the doorbell.

If he did, Lin Sirou would kick him out, and said that he did not want to see him, then how would he face pain again?

If he didn't, he wouldn't know if Lin Sirou was good or not.

Fortunately, Zuo Shaojie had the courage to push her down.

"Ding dong …"

The one who opened the door was a depressed Luo Xiaotang: "You're here!"

"Is she all right?" Zuo Shaojie walked in and asked the question that he was most worried about.

"She's in the room. Go and see her!"

Zuo Shaojie quickly walked into the room.

Luo Xiaotang then picked up the bag on the sofa and placed a plate on the table. After that, he took out a plastic bag that contained a bowl of food and tiptoed out of the door, gently closing the door without making a sound.

Luo Xiaotang stood in front of the tightly shut door and sighed in relief, then left while snickering.

Zuo Shaojie sat on top of Lin Sirou's bed, and gently caressed Lin Sirou's slightly pale cheek with his hand. He removed the wet towel from Lin Sirou's forehead and placed it on the bedside before placing his hand on Lin Sirou's forehead.

The dim yellow light shone upon Lin Sirou's sleeping face, attracting his attention. Desire stimulated him, and he suppressed his excitement, but the hot and dry heat emitted from his body could not be deceived.

Suddenly, Lin Sirou slowly opened her eyes. What entered her eyes was Zuo Shaojie, the person she had longed for day and night, and who had caused her to lose sleep, causing her heart to be brimming with joy.

"How are you feeling?" Zuo Shaojie asked, the desire just now had already been replaced by anxiety.

Maybe because someone who was sick would become weak, Lin Sirou got up and hugged Zuo Shaojie, wanting to pass on all of his thoughts to Zuo Shaojie so that he could understand how much she loved him.

However, no one knew that if they did not say it, Zuo Shaojie had also responded to Lin Sirou with concern and comfort. The rest were merely the throbbing of Zuo Shaojie's heart, he did not feel Lin Sirou's confession.

Lin Sirou leaned on Zuo Shaojie's chest, carefully listening to Zuo Shaojie's rhythmic heartbeat, she felt inexplicably calm. She liked this kind of feeling, and was fortunate that it made Zuo Shaojie even more furious. At this moment, Lin Sirou only wanted to rely on him, and not think about the question of whether or not he loved her.

Zuo Shaojie's chin was pressing down on the top of Lin Sirou's head, quietly enjoying the intimacy Lin Sirou suddenly felt, he liked being loved by Lin Sirou. This meant that Lin Sirou had to accept his existence, even if Lin Sirou's gentleness would disappear later on, it would be fine as long as he could remember it now.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Lin Sirou fell asleep in Zuo Shaojie's embrace, and the sound of breathing could be heard. Zuo Shaojie continued to hug Lin Sirou for a long time, before unwillingly letting Lin Sirou lie on the bed.

Then, Zuo Shaojie left the room, went to the sofa and sat down, and started flipping through the channels using the remote control.

As sleep also invaded Zuo Shaojie, he also fell asleep on the sofa.

The sparrows outside the window were clearly clamoring, causing Lin Sirou to open his eyes as well. The morning sun shone onto the tile floor, and a light breeze blew into Lin Sirou's room, causing the curtains to flutter.

Last night, whether Zuo Shaojie had come here or not, Lin Sirou was unsure, after all, everything was blurry, but when he hugged her, he could feel that if it was a dream, it was also real.

Lin Sirou stood up and walked into the living room. Zuo Shaojie, who was lying on the sofa, really existed there.

So it wasn't a dream! As Lin Sirou thought about this, the corners of her mouth twitched in joy.

Lin Sirou took out his own blanket from the room and carefully covered it with it, afraid that he would wake Zuo Shaojie up.

After that, Lin Sirou walked towards the kitchen and prepared to cook breakfast.

The fragrance in the air was inhaled by Zuo Shaojie, thus it stimulated his brain and cleared Zuo Shaojie's mind. The hunger in his stomach couldn't be faked, so Zuo Shaojie happily walked to the kitchen.

Looking at Lin Sirou's back figure as he cooked, Zuo Shaojie's heart throbbed yet again.

Lin Sirou felt the sudden warmth, and with a cold expression, she turned around.

"Breakfast is ready." Lin Sirou's tone was also only ice-cold.

"Yes." Zuo Shaojie's throat moved, Lin Sirou's coldness made Zuo Shaojie feel that he was not welcome.

"Thank you for taking care of me yesterday. After this meal, we will resume our relationship as strangers!" Lin Sirou's heart was churning violently, but the words that came out were extremely calm, without a single trace of emotion.

Maybe because Lin Sirou was already used to disguising himself, or because the pain had disturbed his thoughts, Zuo Shaojie did not sense the fakeness that Lin Sirou did not easily discover.

The two tasting people did not open their mouths. Silence spread in the air, and the sound of breathing, chewing, and touching equipment was the only sound the two of them could make at the moment.

Zuo Shaojie and Lin Sirou ate very slowly at the same time because the two of them knew that they had passed this meal together. It could be said that the chances of them meeting again was extremely little, and almost nothing. After all, they had not met each other before, and one of them was a woman who had fallen into a relationship with many men, and the other was a normal university student who was working in a convenience store.

No matter how the food was disposed of, separation would come.

"You can go now." Lin Sirou was the first to break the silence. Her gaze was still fixated on the dining table, and not shifted to Zuo Shaojie. She knew that one glance was enough to make her regret.

Zuo Shaojie mistakenly thought that Lin Sirou already hated him to the point that he wasn't even willing to look at him. A self-deprecating smile rose from the corner of his mouth, but he still chose to make some things clear.

"My feelings for you haven't changed. I don't know if you remember what happened last night, but I want to tell you that I'm sincere." Zuo Shaojie still wanted to move Lin Sirou.

"So what if you treat me sincerely? It's not like I love you." Lin Sirou's eyes that were fixated on the dining table became blurry because of his tears.

"I know." Although Zuo Shaojie was already preventing himself from getting hurt, it was possible that his words were too powerful and caused a deep wound in his heart.

"Take good care of yourself. Goodbye." Zuo Shaojie stood up.

"We will not meet again." Lin Sirou's tone slightly trembled.

"That's true." Zuo Shaojie laughed at himself, ridiculing himself for being infatuated and being too emotional.

Zuo Shaojie slowly walked out of Lin Sirou's kitchen, his house and his world.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Lin Sirou collapsed on the dining table once again and cried out. Her tears dripped down onto the dining table, and her crying sounds spread to every corner of the room.

After closing the door, Zuo Shaojie pressed his hands against the door, wanting to recall Lin Sirou's body temperature. However, the iron door's coldness and Lin Sirou's warmth were vastly different, but a person who could not get love could only repeat the feeling of loving that person by helping other things.

People who love shallowly will never understand, deeply loved people will do something, some things are difficult to forget, especially those that once touched the soul, they will always unwittingly entangle the mind, afterwards whether one is willing or not, oneself can only helplessly fall to the sad side.