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

"Don't you love me? Why can't you stay for me?" Liang Qing asked in a trembling voice.

Qin Zhouyu's voice was also a little hoarse, "I've said before that I can no longer do selfless love."

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps came from outside the door. A moment later, the door was flung open with a "whoosh".

Song Zhiji hurriedly walked in, carrying two large bags on his shoulder and several bags in his hands. His hair was messy, his trousers were covered in mud and sand, and his shoes were filthy, making him look quite disheveled.

Upon seeing him enter, the two quickly composed themselves, trying their best not to let Song Zhiji notice anything amiss.

But Song Zhiji was clearly unaware of the strange atmosphere between the two of them. His heart was entirely with Liang Qing. As soon as he entered the room and saw Liang Qing, he forgot to put down his bag and hurriedly squatted down in front of her. Looking at her swollen foot, he asked with heartache, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Zhiji looked up at Liang Qing, her phoenix eyes filled with worry. Her usually fair skin was covered with a little dirt, which was washed away by the fine sweat on her face, making her look like a little kitten.

Seeing how worried Song Zhiji was about her, Liang Qing, despite not having recovered her composure, tried her best not to show it in front of him. She calmed herself down and smiled slightly, "I'm fine, what happened to you?"

Song Zhiji glanced at himself and realized that he was too dirty. He quickly got up and took a few steps back, preparing to go out the door. "Sorry, I'll go wash my face first."

Qin Zhouyu stopped him in time and said, "She won't mind, don't worry. There's a bathroom in this room. You stay and take care of her. I have to go now."

Song Zhiji then noticed that Qin Zhouyu had been standing there the whole time. Because he had been so focused on Liang Qing, he hadn't noticed him and immediately felt a little embarrassed.

However, Qin Zhouyu's pull calmed him down a bit. He nodded to Qin Zhouyu, then put the things in the corner, went to the toilet to wash his face, and used a wet tissue to wipe off the mud and sand on his body.

When he came out again, he looked much refreshed.

Just then, Governor Qin and Xu Xi entered the room. Governor Qin was carrying several bags on his shoulder, while Xu Xi was holding them in his hand.

They were also covered in some mud and sand, but compared to Song Zhiji from before, their clothes were relatively clean.

Just as Qin Zhouyu was about to step out the door, he saw the two of them and asked in confusion, "Didn't you come together? Why are you only arriving now?"

Governor Qin stood to one side, remaining silent for some reason.

Xu Xi explained, "We walk rather slowly, so we're a bit late."

Qin Zhouyu nodded and said to them, "Alright, I have to go now. Governor, you can take Xu Xi home later."

The governor of Qin Province agreed.

Governor Qin and Xu Xi asked about the basic situation and were relieved to learn that Liang Qing was alright. After sitting for a while, they took their things and went back.

Song Zhiji was left to stay here and take care of Liang Qing.

Song Zhiji took a cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to Liang Qing, saying, "This is your cell phone. You left it in the tent."

"Thank you," Liang Qing said, taking the bag. "Thank you for staying with me tonight."

Song Zhiji tucked her in and said softly, "Don't be so polite. The most important thing is that you're alright. You should rest for a bit. I'll take a shower first."

The sound of water and the scent of shower gel coming from the bathroom made the empty hospital room feel less lonely.

Xiao Qi finally had a chance to speak at this moment, [Host, Qin Zhouyu is going to England, what should we do?]

Liang Qing didn't answer its question, but instead asked, "What is his current favorability rating?"

[Currently, although the water level is fluctuating, it is around 80.]

Liang Qing vaguely sensed that something was strange, but she didn't show it on her face and only said, "Okay, I understand."

Xiao Qi was somewhat uneasy. [Host, what will we do if Qin Zhouyu goes to England?]

"I have a few months left, I'll figure something out."

Xiao Qi noticed that her host had been distracted ever since hearing Xu Xi's words, so she asked, "Host, are you affected by your feelings?"

"It's undeniable that Xu Xi's words had some influence on me, but that doesn't mean I have to act according to her logic."

But, host...

Liang Qing interrupted it impatiently, "No buts. Don't forget what our purpose is."

This was the first time Liang Qing had been so rude to the system, which frightened Xiao Qi, who quickly stopped talking. [Okay, host, I trust you.]

Xiaoqi comforted herself, thinking that her host was always a person who clearly distinguished between public and private matters, and believed that she would not slack off on her mission because of a little personal feelings.

After Song Zhiji finished showering and dried her hair, she saw that Liang Qing was already asleep in bed, so she went over and gently turned off the light.

There was only a small nightlight left in the room, beside the bed.

Song Zhiji sat on the chair beside Liang Qing's bed, quietly watching her. He noticed a few strands of hair on her face and gently brushed them away, accidentally brushing against Liang Qing's soft lips in the process.

He instinctively pulled his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted, his eyes involuntarily drawn to her lips.

In the warm light of the nightlight, one could see that her lips were beautifully shaped, full and rosy. Song Zhiji recalled the feeling of her lips just now, as soft as jelly, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.

His gaze moved from her lips to her eyes. Her eyes were closed, and her drooping eyelashes were dark and thick. Song Zhiji looked at her carefully for a while and felt that she was beautiful from every angle. He couldn't bear to look away.

As he looked at her, his gaze unconsciously drifted to her lips. He leaned slightly closer to her, and his hand involuntarily touched her cheek.

"So soft," Song Zhiji thought, but the lips she had accidentally touched earlier were even softer.

What would it feel like to kiss him?

As he thought this, he moved his face closer and closer, as if he could smell the fresh scent of her shower gel.

The moment their foreheads touched, just as he was about to kiss her with a slight movement down, he seemed to wake from a dream, abruptly pulling his hand back and taking a large step back.

Song Zhiji's heart pounded, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

He covered his face, stood up, quickly walked into the bathroom, and gently closed the door.

I turned on the bathroom light, braced my hands on the sink, and gasped for breath. Looking at my flushed cheeks in the mirror, I felt increasingly agitated.

What was he just doing?

How could he do such a thing while Liang Qing was sleeping?

That kind of behavior is just like that of a pervert.

"Pervert." Song Zhiji cursed himself inwardly, turned on the tap, and splashed water on his face until it wasn't so hot before turning it off.

As I dried my face and prepared to leave, I hesitated as I gripped the doorknob. Thinking of what had just happened, my face flushed again.

"Song Zhiji, you've really gone mad!" He looked at his face in the mirror and blushed again, and couldn't help but curse angrily.

He patted his face and muttered to himself, "Don't think about it, you can't think about it, even thinking about it is a sin."

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom once again.