Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

"Dudududu..."

Du Junzhi frowned as he looked at his phone, which was already busy. After being scolded by his daughter, he fell into deep self-doubt.

Did I really do something wrong? But even love between men and women isn't guaranteed to last, let alone love that isn't accepted by society...

"Old man, old man? Have you finished your call? We need to check tickets."

Jiang Shuchun noticed that he seemed to have finished his call before she came over.

"Huh? Are we checking tickets? Let's hurry up."

Seeing that Du Junzhi looked unwell and absent-minded, Jiang Shuchun held his hand with concern.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Not wanting to spoil his wife's good mood, Du Junzhi forced a relaxed smile and pulled his wife toward the ticket gate.

"It's nothing, let's watch the movie first, we can talk about it later. We've already bought the tickets, it would be a waste for you to watch it."

......

After Du Liangchen and Mei Jing had a big argument at noon, he found a secluded place to compose himself and didn't return to the lab until it was almost time.

While organizing data, Du Liangchen suddenly hunched over, supporting himself on the table with one hand and clutching his chest with the other.

Having skipped lunch and not slept all night, Du Liangchen, who had gotten up early to catch the bus back, was experiencing a rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, and dizziness accompanied by waves of blacking out.

His obvious discomfort caught the attention of his senior, who asked, "Junior, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You look terrible!"

Du Liangchen was speechless for a moment, and could only wave his hand to indicate that he was fine, trying to calm his rapid breathing.

"You're sweating profusely and you say you're fine?" Seeing his condition, the senior student quickly called over the instructor. "Dr. Zhang, Junior Brother Du isn't feeling well!"

The professor walked over and saw that his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead. His eyes widened in panic, and he patted the man's shoulder. "How are you? Are you conscious? Where does it hurt? I'll have someone take you to the infirmary."

Seeing that Du Liangchen's eyes were unfocused, he knew the situation was bad and quickly said, "Quick, two people help carry him to the infirmary!"

......

Even after Du Liangchen fell into a deep sleep, his eyes were still moving restlessly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly as if he were trapped in a bad dream.

When I woke up again, everything was white, my mind was blank, and I didn't know where I was.

"You're awake! How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Hearing the voice beside him, Du Liangchen slowly turned his eyes to look at the person. He was completely bewildered. He blinked blankly and realized that this was the school's infirmary. No one knew this place better than him. He always came here to massage and relax his muscles after training at the school's ice rink.

He quickly remembered something and frowned impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

Mei Jing watched as Du Liangchen woke up, his eyes changing from innocent and clear to angry and annoyed. Her heart suddenly clenched, and she felt a tingling numbness in her abdomen. She knew he was still angry about what happened at noon, and she dared not look into Tu's eyes.

"You fainted in class, so I came to check on you."

Her tone softened unconsciously, yet carried an undeniable sense of grievance.

Actually, he was worried that Du Liangchen hadn't eaten lunch, so he came to bring him something as soon as class was over. He didn't expect to hear from the senior in the lab that Du Liangchen was feeling unwell and had been sent to the infirmary, so he panicked and ran to the infirmary.

Seeing his face reminded Du Liangchen of their argument at noon. Du Liangchen felt a lump in her throat and didn't want to see him. She looked away and tried to sit up.

He didn't understand why Mei Jing was feeling wronged. He was the one who broke up with her, so shouldn't he be the one feeling wronged?

"Be careful, go slowly, let me help you..."

"No need! Don't touch me, I can manage on my own."