The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

"Let's eat then." Before Song Zhiji could respond, Liang Qing turned to face him sitting on the bed, and reached her small hand across his body to pull up the edge of the dining table on the other side of the bed.

She carried the scent of shower gel, which filled Song Zhiji's surroundings as soon as he approached.

Song Zhiji's eyes darkened for a moment, then he took a step back, only able to see Liang Qing's delicate profile.

Liang Qing was intently looking at the dining chair, her slender fingers turning the height adjustment knob, strands of hair falling down beside her ears.

The boy was captivated by the scene and forgot everything. He subconsciously raised his hand to help her smooth her hair, but just as he was about to get close to her hair, she suddenly stood up.

With a "click" sound, the height was adjusted.

The boy seemed to wake from a dream, abruptly withdrawing his hand and lowering his eyes in annoyance.

An indescribable pain overwhelmed him, and he turned his head away as if fleeing, casting his gaze out the window.

But Liang Qing's figure was reflected in the windowpane, and her every move inevitably came into his view.

The girl remained focused as she took out a lunchbox from the insulated bag, opened the lid, and set out the bowl and chopsticks.

But why would she do that? Song Zhiji was puzzled.

It was already quite unusual for someone to come to the hospital to see him, let alone bring him food, let alone be so considerate.

But this actually happened right before Song Zhiji's eyes. If it were before, he felt he would be overjoyed.

But now, he feels endless sorrow.

He knew that Liang Qing still didn't love him.

Although her eyes no longer held the disgust of before, they also contained not a trace of love.

What pained him was that, despite knowing all this perfectly well, her every move could still so easily affect his emotions.

"Song Zhiji," the girl's slightly puzzled expression appeared on the windowpane, "it's time to eat."

Although Song Zhiji turned around in response, he stared at the food on the table for a long time without moving.

The room remained silent for a long time.

Looking at his ambiguous expression, Liang Qing felt somewhat helpless.

Does Song Zhiji still have a lingering trauma?

To get Song Zhiji to eat it, she lied, "I bought it."

The sound rang out, but it still failed to bring Song Zhiji back to his senses.

He continued to watch everything in front of him, his right hand, hidden under the sheet, trembling slightly.

This was clearly not something she bought; it was exactly the same as what she had eaten in the classroom before.

Liang Qing not only came to see him, but also cooked a meal for him.

Compared to the unappetizing dishes of the past, what I see before me is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, making my mouth water.

Song Zhiji was filled with mixed feelings; he simply couldn't understand why Liang Qing would go to such lengths.

He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't come up with a solution.

Besides, it was clearly something you made yourself, yet you lied and said you bought it.

For some reason, Song Zhiji felt angry, even angrier than when he learned that Liang Qing had bought it but lied to him that he had made it himself.

funny.

He suddenly launched an attack, "Liang Qing, you're really funny."

Liang Qing was stunned for a moment, meeting his angry gaze, somewhat blank, seemingly surprised by his sudden emotions.

She frowned slightly, almost unconsciously.

He stared intently at her. "You made it yourself, but you claim it was bought." After a pause, he added, "You bought it, but you claim it was made yourself."

"Tell me, aren't you funny?" he said, then laughed mockingly.

Liang Qing's face grew increasingly pale, and he stood by the bed for a long time without uttering a single word.

Song Zhiji grew tired of watching and ruthlessly shooed him away, saying, "You can leave now."

Liang Qing didn't move, looking at him with a complicated expression.

She could easily stir his emotions, yet she herself could not be affected by him in the slightest.

Perhaps because of this unbalanced mindset, Song Zhiji could no longer suppress his dissatisfaction and roared angrily, "Since you have nothing to say to me, what are you still doing here?"

Didn't you hear me tell you to leave?

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Almost simultaneously, Liang Qing blurted out her apology.

The complicated look in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a serious expression and sincere words.

"It was my fault before, and it is my fault now."

Song Zhiji's hands were clenched tightly, his fingertips were slightly white, and he still exuded a chill.

Liang Qing keenly sensed that his anger had subsided considerably; at least, he didn't let her leave again.

So she pressed her advantage, saying, "I don't want to lie to you, but I hurt you before and caused you to get stomach problems. I really regret it."

Song Zhiji looked down at the needle stuck in his hand and said coldly, "There's no point in talking about this now."

Liang Qing answered almost instantly, her voice slightly choked with emotion, "I want to apologize for my mistake. I'm sorry."

Song Zhiji looked up and met her reddened eyes, his clenched fists opening unnaturally.

"I only lied to you because I was afraid you wouldn't eat what I made. I'm really sorry."

Liang Qing sniffed, and after saying that, she grabbed the insulated bag and ran out of the room.

Liang Qing's apology came suddenly, catching Song Zhiji off guard. He rubbed his hair in annoyance, looking at the food Liang Qing had prepared with mixed feelings.

Liang Qing's red-rimmed eyes reappeared in his mind, along with her words, which kept replaying in his head.

She's only lying to him because of his feelings.

This idea began to ferment in his mind, and his emotions drove him to pick up his chopsticks and finish the meal that Liang Qing had brought him.

He stared at the empty lunchbox in front of him, his expression unreadable.

The door opened again, and this time another nurse came in.

The nurse looked at the empty box on the table with some surprise. She had come to ask Song Zhiji what he wanted to eat today. "You've already eaten?"

Song Zhiji nodded slightly.

The nurse recognized it as her own insulated lunchbox and smiled, "Someone's come to see you."

Hearing her cheerful tone, Song Zhiji was momentarily at a loss for words, but finally managed to hum in response.

The nurse, noticing his slightly red ears, understood and smiled as she helped him tidy up the things on the table.

But just as her hand approached, the usually nonchalant young man suddenly stopped her with some urgency, saying, "I still want this."

The nurse only wanted to help him clean up, but the boy thought she was going to throw him away.

She wasn't angry at being misunderstood; instead, her smile grew even brighter. "I know, I'll wash it and bring it over for you. Don't worry."

The word "anxious" and the nurse's laughter made him very irritable. He nodded slightly and looked out the window.

The nurse had been gone for a while, but Song Zhiji didn't take his gaze away from the window. Watching the birch leaves swaying in the wind, his heart seemed to rise and fall with the leaves, except that the leaves were affected by the wind, while he was affected by Liang Qing.

Realizing this, he felt somewhat saddened.

He raised his hand and traced the shape of leaves with his fingers in the air, his eyes dim.

“Leaves can’t hold onto the wind,” Song Zhiji murmured.