“I think I’m fully rested, so I will go back to school.” She sits up. She still feels dizzy, but ignores it.
Dr. Jiang quickly stops her as she speaks. “You may think you’re almost well, but let me measure your pulse and heart rate.”
Dr. Jiang doesn’t allow her to interrupt. “And even if your heartbeat is normal, in order to completely restore yourself, you should lie down and rest a day.”
An Chuxia just ran a dozen laps around the playground, and now she needs to lay for one day? She was born in worse home conditions and sometimes, in order to save money, boiling a few pots of water to drink to stave
off a fever has kept her alive and going.
She is not raised as a wealthy family’s daughter.
“Doctor, did you know I used to have a fever of forty degrees Celsius, but I did not have to worry about what was going on?”
She flashes a bright smile, a smile revealing she is strong and confident. So far, the reason for her existence is attending a key university.
“But, miss … .”
“Your restorative force is an amazing thing.” An Chuxia freezes at the sound of his voice.
She deliberately does not want to see him.
“Oh, young master, the lady said she would go to class in the afternoon, but I told her it’s best to rest at home for
for a day and attend class tomorrow. You better persuade her.”
Han Qilu acknowledges Dr. Jiang as the doctor takes his medical kit and leaves.
“Do not go to class this afternoon and stay in bed.” Han Qilu glances at her. Then he takes an apple from her glass-topped table and casually bites a mouthful of fruit.
He leaves for his room to change his outfit and don a new Stein College uniform. He happens to see Xiao Mingluo and Ling Yu in the hall as he emerges from his room.
At first, he thought An Chuxia hasn’t woken up, so he slips into her room.
He did not think she is actually awake… .
“You stay in your own bed.” She
bed.” She does not give in. She shoves the quilt over her as she casually jumps out of bed. She did not expect her legs to feel like jelly. All of a sudden, she loses control of her center of gravity, propelling her forward.
“Stupid!” Han Qilu doesn’t follow the script; not rushing immediately to catch her as she falls. He bites his cheek to stop himself from calling her an idiot.
The ancients would’ve said it’s a great wonder how an earthly Han Qilu can be such a wonderful actor.
“To fall to one’s death, I have to achieve clarity as to why I am to be with you.” He reaches out for the apple and bites into it. bites into it. When he has taken a few mouthfuls, he accurately throws the core into the pink trash bin. Then, he walks past An Chuxia, squats next to her, and smiles.
She maintains her position on the floor, her heart, cursing herself as being unlucky. Her feet remains twisted in her sheets.
The young master imagines this as his victory! “Remember, you’re playing Han Qilu’s game.”
But his victory spoil is… An Chuxia lying there, motionless.
His heart suddenly lurches. Han Qilu leans in and pokes her. “Hey -.”
An Chuxia suddenly turns her head toward him. A bit scared, he takes a little jump. In fact, it’s shock, but he doesn’t not want to admit to it.