This superpower is unreliable.

The hospital is a little quieter late at night than during the day, but occasionally you can still feel the vibration of someone running hurriedly outside the door, and then it returns to calm.

The clock on the wall runs regularly, and the second hand jumps forward "tick-tick-tick". It has no emotion and never stops, just telling people the passage of time according to the established procedure.

The people outside the door always seem to run much faster than the speed of the second hand. Perhaps this is necessary to retain some things that might be taken away by time.

Although more often than not, time will mercilessly take away what it should take away.

Huang Chiyao was staring at the clock on the wall in a daze. It was time for her to have a good rest, but she didn't feel tired at all. Maybe it was because she had slept enough after being unconscious for most of the day, or maybe it was because her mind was filled with thoughts and she couldn't fall asleep peacefully.

In the evening, Zhang Dianxin went to see a doctor and explained that Huang Chiyao had eaten taro and there was a possibility of alocasia poisoning. The doctor reassessed her physical condition, added medicine, and as expected, scolded her, "Why did you say that now!"

Huang Chiyao had no way to refute it, so she had to admit her mistake. Fortunately, probably because she didn't eat much, it didn't cause much harm to her body.

She was also a little annoyed. She had learned about so many plants from her mother since she was a child, so why didn't she think of the possibility that she had eaten calla lilies?

Zhang Dianxin is really amazing. She is worthy of being called an encyclopedia of food. She thought of this point at once, and Ling Ling's attitude towards her also improved a lot.

Although the two of them didn't have any big arguments, at most they were like Tom and Jerry, quarreling and chasing each other. But after this incident, Ling Ling began to be like a tamed cat, willing to show her belly to Zhang Dianxin.

The two roommates were worried and insisted on staying in the hospital overnight. Huang Chiyao persuaded them to go back to school.

"Well, we'll come see you after class tomorrow!"

"Okay, go back and rest."

Looking at the two people leaving hand in hand, Huang Chiyao felt a little relieved.

so good.

Although she had a sleepless night, the presence of her good friend was like a small flower blooming among her troubled thoughts.

The next morning, Huang Chi Yao, who had not slept all night, welcomed a visitor.

But not his roommate.

"Mr. Wen?"

The person who came was Wen Guzhi. He was dressed in a suit and had a handsome appearance. He came in with a thermos.

He first pulled the mobile dining table over, placed the thermos on it, and after adjusting it to the appropriate height, he asked Huang Chiyao, "How do you feel today?" While opening the thermos, he pulled out a piece of paper and carefully took out a small box on the top layer. Immediately, hot steam lingered and a light fragrance floated up.

Huang Chiyao stared at Wen Guzhi in front of him in a daze.

What's going on? This level of proficiency is like that of a homely man who often does housework, but this homely man is wearing a formal suit, as if he is frowning and concentrating on reading documents and talking about business with others in the last second, and washing his hands and cooking soup in the next second.

"This is the clear soup and porridge that I asked my cook to prepare. I think you can take some liquid food today, so I brought it here to see if you can eat it."

Oh, fortunately, it was done by my aunt.

Huang Chiyao was still somewhat flattered. Judging from Wen Guzhi's expression, he should still be going to the company, right? He actually came to the hospital first.

"Thank you, President Wen. But you still have to go to work, right? It's really a bother for you to bring it here in person when you're so busy."

"I'm a little worried." Wen Guzhi put the food in the thermos and looked up at her. "Besides, have you forgotten what I told you?"

"what?"

"You can call me by my name." Wen Guzhi smiled. "If you're really not used to it, you can also call me brother like Ajin does."

Huh? Seriously?

Huang Chi tried to hold back for a long time, the back of his tongue pressed against his upper palate for a long time but he still couldn't say "brother". Instead, he made a few terrible sounds like spitting up phlegm. Finally, he gave up and said frankly, "I can't say it out."

Unexpectedly, Wen Guzhi burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Silly girl." He reached out his hand and gently patted the back of Huang Chiyao's head. "I'm just kidding. Just call me an old friend."

Huang Chiyao was fascinated by the still smiling Wen Guzhi in front of him, and couldn't help but obey him and called out: "Guzhi..."

What a vivid way to review the past.

In the past, she always felt that Wen Guzhi was either like a delicate but proud rose blooming among thorns, or like a brilliant and warm phoenix flower fluttering in the wind high up. Both were beautiful, but far away from her and unreachable.

But at this moment, he has become like a sunflower, lively and full of vitality.

Became touchable.

But Huang Chiyao didn't understand why there was such a change.

She and Wen Gu Zhiben are from two different worlds, so it is normal for them to have some intersections. After all, due to the supply and demand relationship between the upper and lower classes, it is common for them to intersect. However, if there is an intersection and the scope of the intersection is gradually expanding, that is really too abnormal.

Adhering to the spirit of seeking knowledge and truth, Huang Chiyao asked directly.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

The smile on Wen Guzhi's face gradually faded, but his eyes remained gentle.

"What if I say that I admire you and I like people like you?"

Huang Chi shook his head vigorously.

"It's unreasonable. You must have met a lot of people. I don't think there's anything special about me, except that I'm more straightforward and good-looking."

Huang Chiyao's straightforwardness made Wen Guzhi laugh out loud again, "Chiyao, it turns out that you are aware of your own appearance. I thought you didn't know it all along."

Huang Chiyao felt a little embarrassed by Wen Guzhi's laughter.

Why is he smiling all the time today?

"How is that possible... I'm not blind, and there's nothing wrong with my brain. There are quite a few people who have confessed their love to me, which proves that I am indeed pretty."

"Then why do you always dress so...specially?"

"Because I like it." Huang Chiyao answered as a matter of course, "In the beginning, it was indeed to scare away some suitors, but later I thought it looked very handsome, so I continued to wear it this way. Anyway, one, it's not illegal, two, it's not immoral, and three, it doesn't affect others, so there's no problem!"

"Indeed." Wen Guzhi's expression slowly became serious. "It's really cool to be able to act according to your heart."

He stretched out his hand again and gently patted Huang Chiyao's head. When his hand left, his fingertips vaguely circled around her long hair, inadvertently hooking up a few strands of hair, and then let them slowly float back.

"Just keep being yourself and don't change for anyone."

"I will always protect you, punish those who have hurt you, and keep those who try to change you away from you."

Wen Guzhi's eyes stared straight at the yellow-winged monster. It was like a deep pool, bottomless but inexplicably making people want to jump in and find out what was going on.

Huang Chiyao couldn't help holding his breath, as if he was ready to dive into the deep pool at any time.

But Wen Guzhi curled the corners of his lips, blinked his eyes, and the deep pool turned back into a clear spring.

"That's what friends are supposed to be like. Isn't it?"