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

When Liang Qing visited Song Zhiji at the hospital again the next day, he was sitting on the hospital bed reading a book.

He seemed to have heard a sound, and looked up in Liang Qing's direction. Although he did not speak, he nodded slightly to Liang Qing.

Liang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him.

"Let's eat."

As soon as Liang Qing finished speaking, she bent down and reached out to pick up the dining table.

"Let me do it." Song Zhiji closed the book with one hand and slightly raised his hand to stop her.

His tone was completely flat, as calm as a lake in winter, sending a chill down my spine for no reason.

Soon, the dining table was set up, and Liang Qing brought out all the food.

She handed the chopsticks to Song Zhiji, but Song Zhiji didn't take them. Instead, he asked her, "Have you eaten?"

Liang Qing was taken aback, and the chopsticks in her hand trembled slightly. "I've already eaten."

Song Zhiji nodded slightly, took the chopsticks, and began to eat.

During his meal, Liang Qing sat silently in the chair next to him, just watching him quietly.

Song Zhiji ate very politely, but quickly finished his meal.

He had just put down his chopsticks when Liang Qing stood up, ready to help him clean up. Only then did he finally make a move, reaching out to gently stop her.

His hands were very cold. When he made the gesture to stop him, he accidentally touched Liang Qing's outstretched fingers. The coldness made Liang Qing shiver slightly, and he reflexively withdrew his hand.

"I'll go wash up in a bit."

Liang Qing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let me do it."

Song Zhiji noticed that she glanced at his hand with the IV drip in it, but then, as if afraid of being discovered, she quickly moved back to the dining table.

Song Zhiji did not stop her anymore, and Liang Qing silently packed up.

After she returned from washing her things at the sink, Song Zhiji handed her a bag.

Liang Qing paused in her act of wiping her hands with a tissue, puzzled, and looked at him with surprise.

Song Zhiji seemed to know what she wanted to ask, so he explained before she could speak, "Yesterday's lunchbox has already been washed."

Liang Qing smiled slightly at him and reached out to take it: "Okay."

After another period of silence, Liang Qing got up and took his leave.

For several days in a row, Liang Qing delivered meals to Song Zhiji as usual, and Song Zhiji, as usual, did not speak to her, but she would always respond when she spoke.

The two maintained a strange balance in this way.

It wasn't until Song Zhiji was discharged from the hospital and returned to school that he was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner after school, but Liang Qing stopped him.

When Song Zhiji saw Liang Qing take the lunchbox out of the insulated bag for him, just like in the hospital, and arrange it for him, Song Zhiji's expression changed slightly.

"I am cured."

So you don't need to do these things anymore.

Song Zhiji looked at her and saw her nod calmly, "I know."

Song Zhiji stood still, his expression somewhat unnatural, as if he were thinking about something.

Liang Qing called him again, and he finally came over and sat down. Although he didn't say a word, he still picked up his chopsticks.

This time, he wasn't eating alone; Liang Qing was also there.

The classroom was quiet except for the sounds of two people using their chopsticks and chewing softly.

Hearing this sound, Song Zhiji glanced at Liang Qing out of the corner of his eye.

Her manners while eating were also very proper, clearly a habit she had developed over many years.

The strange feeling that Song Zhiji had been suppressing seemed to be stirring again at this moment, and he was almost confused about what he was doing.

The day Liang Qing first came to see him at the hospital, after he finished speaking those words, after she left, he ate those meals, and shared his feelings for her.

This made him seriously consider how he would treat her in the future. He knew that he might still have feelings for her, but not to the point that he couldn't live without her.

Moreover, he even wanted to distance himself from her, because falling in love with her again would be very disadvantageous for him.

Putting aside what Liang Qing did to him in the past, even now, she may not hate him as much as before, nor be as hostile towards him, but she doesn't like him.

He deduced this from her reaction when he accidentally touched her while trying to stop her that day, and she immediately withdrew her hand.

At that moment, he even wanted to get angry and tell her to leave. Just as he was about to say something harsh, the image of her red-rimmed, tearful eyes flashed through his mind, so he swallowed his words.

But not speaking also made him feel uncomfortable. On the one hand, he wanted to get away from her, but on the other hand, he couldn't bear to reject her.

He attributed it all to making the girl cry, which he considered shameful and impolite, rather than admitting that he couldn't bear to part with her.

After being discharged from the hospital, he returned home and spent the whole night thinking about how to treat Liang Qing when he went back to school—whether to soften his attitude towards her a little or remain indifferent.

In the end, he decided to distance himself from her and did not intend to have any further contact with her.

You can't fall into the same hole twice.

He wouldn't, no, he couldn't afford to abandon his pride to seek that elusive love.

Even if that person is Liang Qing, he absolutely cannot do this.

Moreover, he has already been discharged from the hospital, so Liang Qing probably won't spend time cooking for him anymore.

He thought he knew Liang Qing fairly well, but when he returned to school and she took out the insulated box that he had recently become very familiar with, he couldn't help but feel a little touched, and at the same time, he understood Liang Qing even less.

He thought that Liang Qing came to the hospital to see him and even cooked for him because he had saved her once in the Qin Zhouyu incident, and she didn't want to owe him a favor.

Or perhaps she realizes she made mistakes in the past and wants to make amends.

Or maybe both.

But he never expected her to go to this extent. Given her personality, it was already difficult enough for her to visit him every day during his time in the hospital. Did she also plan to cook for him every day at school?

After he had been lost in thought for a long time, the sound of the chair as Liang Qing got up brought his attention back to reality.

Liang Qing was tidying up the insulated box and then took out a small bottle of dish soap from her bag, seemingly intending to clean it.

But she stood still, looking at another insulated box on his table.

Song Zhiji was still a little dazed until Liang Qing reached out and picked up the thermos on his desk, which brought him back to his senses.

Without saying a word, he took the two insulated containers and the dish soap from Liang Qing's hand, saying, "I'll go wash them."

Before Liang Qing could reply, he strode out the door and headed towards the sink.

The water was flowing smoothly. Song Zhiji turned off the tap and wiped the water stains off the thermos.

He couldn't figure things out yet, and perhaps didn't want to, so he decided to go with the flow and take it one step at a time.

He was on his way back to the classroom when he ran into Su Heng.

Su Heng was wearing a basketball uniform with the number seven on it, and he was holding a basketball in his hand, so it looked like he was going to play basketball.

Su Heng saw Song Zhiji from afar and waved to him in greeting. Song Zhiji nodded back.

Su Heng had planned to say hello and leave, but when he got closer, he saw the insulated box in the man's hand, and his expression froze for a moment before returning to its enthusiastic state.

"Senior, do you bring your own lunch?"