After the four finished dinner at the restaurant, the rest of the hospital staff gradually returned to their group.
Zhang Shengsheng followed Jiang Ye back to the cabin. Before they arrived, the production team, worried about them, took them all to the hospital for a check-up before they were finally at ease.
Duan Yueyang was wrapped in a blanket, his face pale, and he was surrounded by the crowd in the very center.
Wen He pushed the wheelchair towards the group.
" Yangyang... are you alright?"
Duan Yueyang shook his head gently, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at Wen He's knees, his voice hoarse, "I'm fine, how about you?"
Wen He nodded, indicating that she was fine.
Duan Yueyang was frightened and went back to her room to rest. Jiang Ye, with a slight limp, walked to the sofa behind Wen He and sat down, his eyes filled with apology, "I'm sorry, Xiao He... are you alright?"
Wen He looked at Jiang Ye's worried eyes, and he didn't understand why Lawyer Jiang was always apologizing...?
Even though many things have nothing to do with the other person, like this time, even though the other person did nothing, I still have to say sorry.
Ji Chi wouldn't... Even if Ji Chi made a mistake, he wouldn't say it.
Wen He nodded obediently in response, "I'm fine, how about you, Lawyer Jiang?"
Jiang Ye's eyebrows curved downwards, and he smiled, saying, "I'm alright too."
Their conversation ended again. Wen He lowered her head and fiddled with the armrest, remaining silent, while Jiang Ye also lowered his head.
A quiet atmosphere spread between the two.
[Uh... Jiang Ye, say something!]
[Emmm, Lawyer Jiang, I don't know what's wrong with you.]
[Silence doesn't mean I'm wrong~]
[Those who are singing, get out!]
[ Jiang Ye, some things need to be fought for.]
The people in the living room had obviously seen the barrage of comments as well. Seeing the awkward atmosphere between them, Zhang Shengsheng took the initiative to speak. He sat on the sofa, gesturing wildly, explaining the dangerous situation at the time and his inner thoughts to the audience.
[Hahaha, Shengsheng is so cute!]
Thankfully, nothing happened. Heaven knows I was terrified while watching the live stream.
Seeing that Shengsheng is still so lively makes me feel relieved.
[I'll say it one last time, Lawyer Jiang, you should be able to see our comments. I want to say, if you like someone, go for it. I hope you carefully examine your own feelings.]
Jiang Ye tucked his hands tightly into his trousers, his head lowered, and silently left the living room, heading upstairs.
Jiang Ye closed the door tightly and slammed his body onto the gray sheets. He needed to calm down.
Zhou Siyu stared at the departing figure, then looked at the copied comment that remained on the live stream screen. He blinked lightly... and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Perhaps I need to take a good look at myself...
Sister, you're so brave! I admire you!
That's how it should be! If you like something, go for it; if you don't, give up.
[Wuhu~~So comfortable!]
What is Xiao He doing? Daydreaming?
[ Xiao He: Daydreaming is just part of my daily routine, you don't need to be surprised.]
Wen He was indeed lost in thought; his mind was completely absorbed in sketching and contemplating the painting he wanted to deliver to Ji Chi.
" Xiao He? Xiao He?" Zhou Siyu called him twice, but the other person still hadn't snapped out of his reverie.
Seeing him so dazed, Zhou Siyu didn't call out to him again...
But... can a person really focus to that extent?
"Huh? Xiao Yu, did you just call me?" Wen He came to his senses and looked at Zhou Siyu beside him with a questioning look.
"Ah... right, it's nothing..." Zhou Siyu nodded in confusion, the other person's reaction time was a bit slow.
"Okay..." Wen He maneuvered her wheelchair to take her tablet and paper bag from the dining table, but encountered a problem when going upstairs.
Should we leave the wheelchair downstairs...?
After much hesitation, Wen He finally got up from her wheelchair. Her legs, which hadn't moved for half a day, felt weak at this moment, and her calves trembled uncontrollably after she stood up.
Wen He, supported by the wall, slowly walked back to the second floor.
Back in her room, Wen He first took care of her physical needs.
Finally, he lay on the bed, his hand holding a paintbrush, pausing on the tablet, as thin lines gradually formed a pattern in his hand.
After three full hours, a rough outline emerged, leaving only the details to be modified.
Wen He held the picture and stretched his limbs. Looking down for a long time made his cervical spine uncomfortable, and he could hear a faint cracking sound when he turned his neck left and right.
Wen He opened his phone; it was only a little past ten o'clock, and he was already feeling sleepy...
Adding details is more tiring than drawing the initial outline.
Wen He began to write, based on the image of her first encounter with Ji Chi in her mind.
He remembered that the other person was standing in the entryway, carrying a suitcase, leaning against the wall and quietly observing the situation inside the house.
Slowly, Ji Chi's face appeared in the painting, and time passed by, second by second.
Done!
With a slight soreness in her right arm, the final painting was completed. Wen He looked at it with satisfaction... but then felt something was missing.
He zoomed in on the painting again, focusing on Ji Chi's neck, and added a tiny mole... It was practically invisible unless you looked closely.
Finally, still dissatisfied, he mischievously drew devil horns on Ji Chi's head and added a triangular tail.
Hmm... she's gone astray, but she learned it all from Ji Chi.
At 12:30 a. m., Wen He saved the sketches and went to sleep peacefully.
The blinding sunlight streaming onto the sheets did not awaken the sleeping prince; the devil's whispers instilled fear.
Wen He groggily reached out and answered the call.
"Um..."
Still sleeping?
"Um..."
Two consecutive "hmm"s dispelled Ji Chi's worries; it was almost eleven o'clock... Wen He would usually have woken up by now.
Beep beep beep—Watching the phone being hung up without a word, Wen He fully woke up.
He raised his hand to rub his eyes, mumbled something under his breath, and rolled over in bed.
"Hiss..."
The pain in his knee brought back memories of yesterday.
Wen He carefully got up, the pain in her right arm intensifying.
Wen He felt that the hut was definitely an unlucky place.
I've been here for half a month and I've already gotten injured three times.
He dawdled over his washing up, eventually deciding to go back to bed.
I reached out and touched my flat stomach; I felt no hunger at all.
He opened the medicine bottle on the bedside table, picked out a pill, and put it in his mouth.
Bang bang bang--
There was a knocking sound at the door, Wen He knew it was Ji Chi.
He slowly got out of bed and opened the door for the other person.
Ji Chi stood at the doorway, holding a bowl of noodles. "Would you like to eat downstairs or in your room?"
"Let's go downstairs to eat," Wen He replied almost without hesitation; he didn't want his room to smell.
"Hmm..." Ji Chi placed the bowl in Wen He's hands, then picked her up and carried her downstairs. Wen He's wheelchair was placed on one side of the stairwell.
On the sofa in the living room Duan Yueyang, who had regained her usual energy, was interacting with the live chat comments.
Keen-eyed viewers spotted the two people embracing at the bottom of the stairs.
[Hey, you two in the distance, don't hug!]
[ Xiao He woke up very late today]
[Perhaps it's because of a foot injury that he can't go downstairs?]
[Not to mention Xiao He, Lawyer Jiang didn't go downstairs to exercise this morning either.]
Duan Yueyang saw the two people mentioned in the comments. He turned his head to look at the stairwell. Wen He was sitting in a wheelchair holding a bowl of noodles, and Ji Chi behind her was pushing a chair toward the dining table.
Ji Chi and skipped breakfast; this bowl of noodles was made by following an online tutorial.
Although it's now solidified... it doesn't look very appealing.
Wen He placed the soaked and swollen noodles on the dining table. He pointed at the noodles in the bowl and looked at Ji Chi with disbelief in his eyes.
"Would you like this?"