What's your feeling at the beginning? The aloof lawyer is crying!

Gu Jiang looked at Lin Yizhi's pale face with some confusion, and an inexplicable worry surged in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her carefully, with a questioning look in his eyes. "Are you feeling unwell?" There was a hint of concern in his voice, and that concern flowed slowly like a gurgling stream.

Lin Yizhi nodded gently, her face became paler and her lips lost their former rosy color.

There was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, as if she had been through a long journey. "Maybe you caught a cold from the wind. I'm glad to see you back safely."

Although her voice was weak, it was full of tenderness and concern.

Gu Jiang's heart was slightly moved. He looked at Lin Yizhi's weak appearance and felt a little soft in his heart. He said softly, "Go back and rest quickly. We'll talk about it when you feel better." His voice was gentle and low, as if he was comforting a wounded child.

Lin Yizhi nodded slightly, dragging her tired body, slowly turned around, and prepared to go back to the house to lie down. Her steps were weak, and every step was extremely difficult, as if she had used up all her strength.

Her back looked particularly lonely under the light of the corridor, which made people feel pity for her.

Gu Jiang looked at Lin Yizhi's back as she left, feeling mixed emotions. He stood at the door for a long time without moving, as if thinking about something. He slowly closed the door until Lin Yizhi disappeared from his sight.

Gu Jiang returned to the room, slowly sat down on the chair, and sighed deeply.

His eyes revealed a complex array of emotions, including helplessness, confusion, and a hint of barely perceptible concern.

He silently comforted himself in his heart: Even if someone he knew was sick, he would still take care of him and show sympathy, not to mention someone he had loved before. Thinking of this, he seemed to feel a little relieved.

He stood up and walked to the refrigerator.

He opened the refrigerator door and was greeted by a gust of cold air. He rummaged through the refrigerator and took out some of his remaining seafood. The seafood still exuded a faint ocean scent, as if telling the story of the sea.

Gu Jiang returned to the kitchen and started to get busy.

He skillfully cleaned the seafood and cut them into small pieces. Then, he washed the rice, put it into the pot, added the right amount of water, and started to cook the porridge. As the heat was constantly adjusted, the porridge in the pot gradually rolled and exuded bursts of fragrance.

While stirring the porridge, Gu Jiang was thinking about Lin Yizhi's condition.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried, wondering what her physical condition was. After a while, the seafood porridge was finally cooked. Gu Jiang scooped out a bowl of porridge, carried it carefully, and walked towards Lin Yizhi's room.

He knocked on the door gently, the sound was neither too loud nor too soft, neither too urgent nor too loud for the people inside to hear.

After a while, there was no response from the room. Gu Jiang's heart tightened slightly. He was worried whether Lin Yizhi's condition had worsened. He knocked on the door a few more times and called Lin Yizhi's name softly.

After a while, the room was still silent. Just as Gu Jiang was getting more and more worried, there was a slight noise from the door.

Lin Yizhizi stood up weakly and opened the door. Her movements were slow and difficult, as if every movement required a great deal of effort.

Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and her originally rosy lips became dry and flaky. Her eyes were still filled with saline solution, like dewdrops on grass leaves in the morning, flickering faintly under the light. The moment she saw Gu Jiang, the grievances in Lin Yizhi's heart surged out like a flood.

Sick people are inherently emotionally fragile, and at this moment, she was even more unable to control her emotions. Her lips trembled slightly, tears fell like beads from a broken string, and she began to cry. The cry was full of helplessness and grievance, which made people feel pity.

Seeing this, Gu Jiang hurried forward to coax her. His eyes were full of concern and distress, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his face showed an anxious look.

He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe away the tears on Lin Yizhi's face, but he hesitated, fearing that his actions would make her even sadder. "Don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Gu Jiang's voice was gentle and low.

Lin Yizhi sobbed and said intermittently: "My whole body hurts." Her voice was weak and nasal.

Her eyes were full of pain, as if she was experiencing great torture.

Gu Jiang's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly said: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I cooked seafood porridge for you, you may feel better if you eat some." As he said that, he supported Lin Yizhi and slowly walked to the bed and sat down.

Lin Yizhizi raised her pale face slightly, her watery eyes full of grievance, and she looked straight at Gu Jiang.

Outside the window, the breeze blew gently, blowing the white curtains, and the soft sunlight shone through the window onto the two of them, adding a touch of warmth to the somewhat dull atmosphere.

There was a hint of resentment in her eyes, as well as some complicated emotions. Her lips were gently pursed, as if she had a thousand words to say, but didn't know where to start.

"Didn't you let me go? Now you come to take care of me again. You are such an unpredictable nice guy." Lin Yizhi's voice was weak but with a hint of anger.

How could this man be so fickle? He let me go so heartlessly before, but now he takes care of me so tenderly.

Does he still have me in his heart? If so, why would he chase me away?

Gu Jiang was slightly startled, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He touched the back of his head unconsciously, and then said softly: "After all, you are sick, even if it is a stranger, I can't just ignore it."

There was a hint of unnaturalness on his face, as if he was trying hard to hide something. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it gently, with a focused expression as if he was treating a precious treasure.

The room was filled with a faint aroma of porridge, intertwined with the fresh air outside the window.

Gu Jiang was also very conflicted. He knew that he shouldn't get too entangled with Lin Yizhizi anymore, but seeing how sick and weak she looked, he just couldn't bear to ignore her.

He told himself that this was just humanitarian care, and when she recovered, they would go their separate ways.

"Stranger? We used to..." Lin Yizhi's words were filled with endless emotion.

Gu Jiang frowned and quickly interrupted her. He tapped the edge of the bowl with his fingers and said, "What happened in the past is in the past. You should take good care of yourself now and we will talk about it after you recover."

His eyes were somewhat evasive, and he dared not look directly into Lin Yizhi's eyes. Gu Jiang was afraid to recall every little bit of the past, and those good times have now become a pain in his heart. (End of this chapter)