She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Once the coldness in his eyes had completely disappeared, Han Xi raised his hand, pushed open the bathroom door, and went out.

As soon as I went outside, I saw Fang Li staring blankly at the treetops outside the window.

"Am I stupid?" she said to herself without turning around.

Han Xi had his hands in his pockets, his shirt sleeves rolled up high, and a small wet stain on his collar, which he had accidentally gotten on his face while washing it earlier.

He should have looked somewhat disheveled, but what one saw in him was more of an untamed and unrestrained wildness, a hidden and reserved primal nature.

Han Xi stopped lightly by the bedside and silently looked at Fang Li.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice deep and mellow: "It's not you who's stupid, it's just that some people are too clever for their own good and some are blind to the truth."

Fang Li paused slightly, her soft eyes flickered, and she turned to look at the man standing by the bed.

"Why are you back? Where's my brother?"

Han Xi's dark eyes were fixed on Fang Li's pale and aloof face, a fleeting, enigmatic light passing through them.

"He had something to do, so he asked me to come and keep you company."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the chair that had fallen to the ground and sat down.

"I heard what happened just now. I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention."

Fang Li twitched her lips to indicate that she didn't care.

Han Xi: "Usually, women will have a good cry at times like this. I can keep it a secret, or I can leave temporarily if needed."

"What are you going out for?" Fang Li seemed to smile, her tone light: "You don't know, I've actually cried, um... many times, but obviously it didn't help."

“In his eyes, my tears are worthless.”

Han Xi's sharp eyebrows twitched slightly. "It's really useless to cry for people who aren't worth it."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But whether your tears are worthless depends on who you are facing. In some people's eyes, your tears are priceless."

Fang Li looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and doubt.

Although I don't know him well, Han Xi doesn't seem like an easy person to talk to.

People like him probably rarely have the opportunity to comfort others in person, and what they hear is mostly flattery and praise.

Just like now, what was clearly a gentle statement, when spoken by him, inexplicably carried a hidden arrogance and profound meaning.

Fang Li couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart. She didn't want to, and dared not, guess the meaning of his words. She lowered her eyes in a panic, eager to find a place to hide.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, but her body hadn't recovered yet. Her knees suddenly went weak, and she knelt down on the ground after taking just one step, her body lurching forward.

"Be careful."

A rare look of panic crossed Fang Li's pale and elegant face. She instinctively closed her eyes, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, after a sharp scraping sound, a strong and powerful arm appeared around her waist.

As a deep, resonant voice sounded from her side, she was lifted up.

Fang Li was half-held and pulled into Han Xi's arms.

Most of her face was buried in his chest, her nose pressed against his slightly open shirt collar.

A unique masculine scent wafted over her, crisp and with a faint hint of pine, making Fang Li extremely embarrassed.

Realizing what was happening, she immediately tried to push him away.

However, when people are flustered, they tend to make more and more mistakes.

She was only thinking about retreating, without considering that she was still standing by the bed. She had just taken a step back when her leg slammed into the bed. In pain, she instinctively lunged forward, her hands instinctively reaching for the man's shoulders.

At the same time, the arms wrapped around her waist tightened again, and their bodies pressed even closer together.

Fang Li bit her lip in embarrassment, feeling ashamed of the situation before her.

"what happened?"

The deep, mellow voice made Fang Li's heart tighten inexplicably, and the palms that were tightly wrapped around her waist felt hot through her clothes.

Her face was buried in his chest, and she could clearly hear his strong and powerful heartbeat, pounding like a war drum.

"I......."

Fang Li wanted to go to the restroom.

She never expected such an accident to happen. Her heart was still pounding, and finally, two blushes appeared on her pale face.

At this moment, she didn't know how to start the conversation.

For some reason, she inexplicably thought of Song Yuchen's hug. Perhaps he never cared about her from beginning to end, and even his hugs were always brief, just a light touch on the shoulder, with a distance between them even in terms of body temperature.

Fang Li always thought he was a gentleman, until she saw him and Yu Wei being so intimate time and time again.

Han Xi felt the slender, delicate body in his arms; through the hospital gown, it looked so small. His sharp, long eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He looked down, wanting to see her expression.

His gaze lowered, and the first thing he saw was her slender, porcelain-white neck. The large hospital gown was pulled open by the braces, exposing a small part of her collarbone to his view.

His gaze faltered slightly.

Fang Li's heart palpitations gradually subsided, and she felt the palm on her waist growing hotter and hotter. She struggled slightly: "Could you let me go first?"

Han Xi's heart stirred slightly, and he gently loosened his grip on her arm.

Watching her cautiously take a half step back, his gaze couldn't help but fall on her slightly reddened ear tips.

"Are you okay?"

Fang Li blushed and nodded.

"It's nothing, thank you for earlier."

Han Xi moved the corners of his lips: "It's nothing, no need to be so polite."

"Um, I'm going to the restroom."

Fang Li was practically fleeing to the restroom; she walked so fast it didn't seem like a patient at all.

A man's voice came from behind: "Can you manage on your own?"

"I can!"

*Click*, the bathroom door slammed shut.

Fang Li's back was pressed against the cold door, her cheeks burning hot.

-

Fang Li lingered in the bathroom for a long time because she didn't know how to face the man when she got out.

It took her more than ten minutes to compose herself and open the door to go out.

As soon as she stepped outside, she froze on the spot.

The ward was empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Han Xi is gone.

"Without even a word of greeting."

Fang Li couldn't quite describe her emotions as she murmured as she walked towards the hospital bed.

Just as she was about to take off her shoes and get into bed, the ward door was pushed open again.

"Go..." Fang Li's words trailed off.

Because it wasn't Han Xi who walked in, but Song Yuchen.

Fang Li sneered, thinking to herself that this ward was quite lively today.

Song Yuchen had a somber expression. He was wearing a white undershirt, and his iron-gray bomber jacket was gone. He looked clean and neat, like a college student who hadn't graduated yet.

Fang Li couldn't help but think of their college days, that big boy with rosy lips and white teeth whose smile even outshone the sunlight.

How did things change?

Fang Li asked herself the question, but found no answer.

Time has passed, and although the boy's appearance has not changed, he is no longer the boy he once was.

Fang Li glanced at him only once before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Are you OK?"

Fang Li did not answer; her expression was terrifyingly indifferent.

Song Yuchen added, "I was a bit harsh just now, please don't mind."