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Ever since what she said on the phone that day enlightened me, I began to think seriously about one thing, that is, why I would keep hanging the small gift from her on my schoolbag after receiving it, why I would always want to chat with her, whether in class or after class, I would always unconsciously look at her, why I would look forward to sitting at the same table with her every day, and even be more energetic in class, even though I used to be the type who just muddled through in my studies...

After tossing and turning all night, I figured out something, something I had never dared to admit until I was awakened today... I seemed to have a little... strange feeling towards her...

She was like that little sunflower, and had already won my heart in the warmth and brightness of our daily life together...

It's just that I didn't think about it, or rather, I deliberately ignored it... After all, I'm used to closing my emotions, and I don't dare to believe that such feelings will arise from my heart...

Otherwise, I wouldn't feel empty inside since the holiday...

But her words that this relationship and these memories cannot be fake suddenly gave me some courage. Maybe I should be a little braver? Maybe my feelings won’t be as bad as my parents’?

So, I started chatting with her from time to time. In order to avoid being too abrupt or presumptuous, I often used the excuse of preparing for team building to chat with her. When I found that no matter what she replied, I would always look forward to her reply, I became more certain of the unknown feelings in my heart...

Thinking back to when I was in middle school, I looked down on people who had a relationship. Now I feel really slapped in the face...

I started to say good morning and good night to her every day, started to share my daily life, started to care about her mood, and started to understand her daily schedule. During the holidays, it seemed that we talked more than when we were in school.

More than friendship, less than love... Maybe, that's how it is...

But one day, after I sent her a good morning message, I found that she hadn't replied for a long time. According to her schedule, she should have been up by now. I was a little worried, and when I was helping my mother mop the floor, I was a little absent-minded. When my mother saw me like this, she asked me if I had something on my mind, and I just made up an excuse to get away with it.

After a while, just when I was thinking about whether to send another message to ask what was going on, her voice message came over. I quickly clicked on it, but heard her hoarse voice, "Chen Yi, I'll sleep a little longer, maybe for a long time, don't worry~"

Her voice sounded strange, was she feeling unwell? I was anxious, but I didn't think too much about it at the time. I just made a video call. I was eager to see how she was doing.

The video was quickly connected, and what appeared on the screen was her slightly red cheeks and misty eyes. She asked weakly, "Hello?" This time I was very sure that she was sick...

The anxiety in my heart was beyond words. It seemed that I had not experienced such a drastic emotional fluctuation for a long time, except for my mother. I hurriedly asked, "Qingyao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why does your voice sound wrong?"

Her voice was very low, completely different from her usual loud voice, and it made people feel a little distressed. "Well... I have a fever."

Judging from her appearance, she doesn't just have a fever, she looks like she's a little confused.

"Have you taken the medicine? Is there any medicine at home? Let your uncle and aunt do some physical cooling for you. This two-pronged approach will help reduce your fever quickly."

I originally thought that her parents could take care of her, but she said that she was alone at home.

How is this possible?

I immediately asked for her address, took out some antipyretic drugs and fever patches from the medicine box at home, and hurried out of the house.

"Hey? Chen Yi? Are you going out?" Mom asked when she saw me in a hurry.

I paused for a moment and said vaguely, "Well, Mom, my classmate is sick. I'm going to see her."

When my mother saw the medicine in my hand, she went to the medicine box and took out some cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine, put them in a bag and handed them to me, and said, "Your classmate doesn't know what kind of cold he has, so you should take him to see a doctor and take the medicine according to the symptoms. Don't take it blindly. You should also try physical cooling. Mom taught you that, don't you know?"

My face suddenly became hot, and I inexplicably thought of the physical cooling method my mother taught me. I... probably am not suitable for this...

"Okay, mom. I'm going."

"Okay, be careful on the road and take good care of your classmates."

"Yeah." Of course I have to take good care of her...

When I arrived at her door, I felt inexplicably timid. This was the first time I went to a friend of the opposite sex's home since I was a child, or rather, the first time I went to a friend's home... After all, although I was always joking around, I always kept a proper distance from my friends inadvertently. It was only in the past six months that I had a closer relationship with a few buddies in the dormitory.

Even so, I have never visited their home before. Although there is a reason for today's visit, I still feel a little uncomfortable coming to the home of a girl I like a little.

I hesitated for a moment and rang the doorbell. I came here by taxi, so I wondered if she was resting now. He waited quietly for a while, and then heard some rustling sounds in the house. Then, the door was opened. Her face seemed to be even redder. She held the door with one hand, forced a smile and said to herself, "Chen Yi, you are here."

I looked at her, still in her pajamas, and didn't know where to look. She didn't seem to notice her discomfort and turned sideways to let me in. I tried my best to avoid looking at her and followed her into the house.

But seeing her somewhat shaky steps, I didn't have time to think about it anymore. The discomfort I felt just now turned into deep worry. I hurriedly helped her to her bed, covered her with a blanket, picked up the thermometer on the bedside table, and asked softly, "Have you taken the temperature now? How high is it?"

Her voice seemed to be even hoarser. "I took it 38 minutes ago. It's 5 degrees."

"So high? No, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

She waved her hands, "It's okay, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

I took out the medicine, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to her. "Take the antipyretic first, and then take your temperature again after ten minutes. I'll make you some porridge. You have to eat it. It will be quick. Can I borrow your kitchen?"

She suddenly laughed and joked, "Of course, I didn't expect that Chen Yi could cook. Don't be nervous, I'm fine. You're so gentle today, it's unlike you."

I was stunned for a moment, lowered my head, and didn't look into her eyes. In fact, I felt a heat in my head that was burning me, as if I was the one with a fever...

I quickly let her lie down and rest, then fled to the kitchen. When I was about to wash the rice, I suddenly remembered something and went back to the bedroom. "Um... Qingyao, which one is your towel? Let me give you a cold compress..."

She didn't respond to me immediately, and I felt a little panicked. Was I a little too abrupt?

I didn't expect her to laugh again, but in that smile, she didn't seem to be offended. I just breathed a sigh of relief, but her next sentence shocked me...

"Chen Yi, you look pretty handsome when you take care of me like this."

"I...me?" I felt like I was almost unable to speak.

She covered her mouth and snickered, "Well, I say you are quite handsome."

I felt the heart in my chest beating uncontrollably, so loud that it almost disturbed my eardrums. I pressed on that spot and replied in a very low voice, "Thank you...thank you..."

I turned and walked out, forgetting what I had asked when I came in. I faintly heard her shouting to the door, "My towel is the light blue one."

I patted my face, turned around and said, with a gentle tone that I didn't even notice, "Got it, lie down well."

I went to the bathroom, found her towel, rinsed it under cold water, folded it into a square, and gently placed it on her forehead. In her smiling eyes, I quickly ran out and busied myself in the kitchen, making porridge for her...

After all, I have helped my mother cook for so many years, so I do have this ability.

When it was ready and I brought it back to the room, she was still awake. I took her temperature again and it seemed to have dropped a little. I picked up the porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to her mouth...

For a moment, she was stunned, and when I realized what I was doing, I was also stunned...