"You're back."
Su Yanle yawned as he opened the door and saw Song Ziwei outside.
He didn't say anything and walked straight in. He opened the door and entered the room.
Su Yanle quickly followed him into the room and saw Song Ziwei sitting by the bed.
He just sat there with empty eyes, as if he had grown into a stone statue without a mind.
"Song Ziwei, what's wrong?"
She walked up to him and sat down beside him, speaking carefully.
Song Ziwei didn't say anything. He just sat there without any reaction.
Su Yanle was a little scared. She had never seen him like this. His usually sharp and shrewd eyes were filled with decadence at this moment.
She knew that he must have experienced something. She had a feeling that the only person who could make him like this was Zhang Yiwen.
Su Yanle patted his shoulder gently and sat down beside him.
Since he didn't move or speak, she would just quietly accompany him. As she thought about this, she sat quietly and did not make another sound.
After some time, Song Ziwei finally turned his head around.
She quickly sat up straight and met his gaze, hoping that he would say something.
His gaze was a little moist, like a bottomless hole, as if there was no focus.
"I'll rest for a while."
He spoke very, very softly, his eyes still empty, as if these words were not what he wanted to say at all, but a natural reaction of his body.
"Oh... Alright, you can sleep on the bed."
As Su Yanle spoke, he hurriedly got up and tidied the bed, helping him lift the blanket.
Song Ziwei didn't refuse. He didn't even take off his clothes. He lay down and slowly closed his eyes. It was like a machine that was running to its limit. It stopped working in an instant.
Su Yanle didn't dare to disturb him anymore. She stood at the side and looked at his face in a daze.
After a long time, his breathing seemed to have become even. She then walked gently to the door and opened it.
This person who was usually as determined as steel was finally exhausted to the extreme one day. In that case, he would let him rest well and recover slowly.
As she thought about it, she gently closed the door.
............
It was only when it was almost dinner time that Su Yanle entered the room and was about to ask him to eat with her.
Song Ziwei was still lying there quietly, but his eyes were open.
"You're awake."
As she spoke, she walked to the bedside.
Song Ziwei looked at her and forced a stiff smile. She looked at him in surprise.
His face was a little red, and his eyes were red and swollen. His lips were on his red face, making him look even paler.
She quickly walked over and used her hand to feel the temperature on his forehead.
So hot!
Su Yanle retracted his hand and looked at Song Ziwei anxiously.
"You have a fever, Song Ziwei. I'll take a thermometer to measure your temperature.”
As she spoke, she rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table and finally found a thermometer in a small box.
"Hurry up and take your temperature."
As she spoke, she gently lifted his blanket.
Song Ziwei did not resist. He obediently took the thermometer from her hand and placed it under his armpit.
"Is it very uncomfortable?" she asked.
"Still... It's alright." Song Ziwei replied in an extremely hoarse voice. Even he was a little surprised, but he still forced a weak smile.
"Nonsense. You said you were fine when you had a fever."
Su Yanle seemed a little annoyed and helped him cover himself with the blanket again.
Song Ziwei looked at her, afraid that he would ask him questions about what happened and why he suddenly became like this. He really didn't want to answer these questions now. He really didn't want to think about Zhang Yiwen at all.
However, Su Yanle just sat down quietly beside him. After a long time, she didn't say anything or ask anything.
He just looked at her like this. His eyes were a little dry, but he didn't want to close them. He wanted to just look at her like this and not think about anything.
He felt extremely comfortable under her direct gaze, as if he was surrounded by an extremely comfortable feeling. It was warm but not hot. It was refreshing.
Su Yanle looked at his eyes that were swollen from the fever. Although he didn't show it on the surface, his heart was beating wildly.
Why was he staring at her like that? Could it be that he had a fever and thought that she was Zhang Yiwen?
At the thought of this, she felt a little uncomfortable and finally looked away.
"Alright, let me take a look at the thermometer.”
She stood up, lifted his blanket, and took out the thermometer.
39.5 degrees?
She couldn't believe it. She looked at it carefully again and finally confirmed it.
"Song Ziwei, you have a high fever.”
As she spoke, she bent down and patted his head as if she was comforting an injured puppy. Then, she turned around and prepared to walk towards the door.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Song Ziwei, who was behind her, said in a weak voice as he grabbed her hand.
His hand did not seem to have any strength at all, but she really could not bear to break free, so she could only turn around helplessly.
"I'll get you some ice, idiot.”She pursed her lips and looked at him.
Song Ziwei did not say anything, but he finally let go of her hand gently.
Su Yanle walked out of the room and returned with a small basin of water soaked in ice cubes. She went to the bathroom and found Song Ziwei's towel. She soaked it in the water, wrung it dry, and placed it on his forehead.
"Phew, very comfortable."
Song Ziwei heaved a sigh of relief and closed his eyes with a silly smile.
Su Yanle looked at him helplessly. She felt that he was extremely funny now, but she couldn't laugh. She sat back on the bed and looked at Song Ziwei's flushed face. Her heart was filled with worry.
She knew that he definitely didn't want to say anything now, so she didn't say hello for now.
But what had happened to him? Just as she was thinking about it, Song Ziwei, who was on the bed, suddenly closed his eyes and spoke.
"I had a nightmare just now."
he said softly.
Su Yanle sat beside him and nodded. She didn't seem surprised at all. She got up and helped him get the towel that was no longer cold. She soaked it in the water again and placed it on his forehead again.
In fact, she had come in to see him a few times in the afternoon. Almost every time, he would frown, with small beads of sweat on his forehead and his lips trembling slightly. She didn't know what he was saying in his dream. She knew that he was having a nightmare, but she did not dare to wake him up. She could only hold his hand gently and wait for him to calm down.
He seemed to be fearless, so what would be in his nightmare?
As she thought about it, she sat down again.
"I dreamed of Ziqian again and again. It was the car accident at that time.”
So that was the case. Su Yanle thought about it and helped him gently straighten the towel that had slipped off.
"I dreamed that he was lying quietly in the crystal coffin. I was dressed in black clothes and was pushed forward by my father, saying that he wanted me to see my brother for the last time.”
He continued, his eyes moist and his voice trembling.
"But how can I face him? I can't face him at all. After he died, I didn't even step forward. I didn't even have the courage to look at him one last time.”
Su Yanle patted him gently, trying to make him relax.
" I dreamed that Yang Jing was staring at me with hatred in her eyes. She really hated me…"
His voice gradually became softer. He turned to look at Su Yanle and suddenly smiled weakly.
"It's the same as that time at the water tower. I feel much better now that I've said it.”
He smiled at her.
Su Yanle tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes full of heartache.
"Then say it. Tell me everything. I'll listen to whatever you want to say.”
She sat forward, her slender fingers gently caressing his burning cheeks.
An idea suddenly popped up in her mind, giving her a shock.
No matter what, he would probably want to protect Song Ziwei regardless of his own safety.
She thought.
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