On the fourth day of convalescence.
Su Yan ca over carrying a bowl of very strong dicinal soup.
She placed it on the table.
Ji Yan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bowl of black herbal dicine, his eyes which usually shone brightly, now drooping.
Su Yan spoke out,
"You need to drink this dicine."
Ji Yan still did not move.
Just bowing his head in silence, protesting without words.
Because Ji Yan’s body had developed antibodies to so dications.
A traditional Chinese doctor had been consulted to take over his recuperation.
The first ti he took the herbal dicine, Ji Yan had acted as if he had been greatly wronged.
It was still Su Yan who coaxed him with two pieces of candy, several kisses, and a hug before he finally drank it.
It was to be taken once a day, and this was the third ti.
Although he was reluctant to drink it before, he didn’t make it very obvious.
But now, for so reason, he was becoming increasingly difficult to placate.
The herbal dicine was at the right temperature; she had just carried it over.
Now was the best ti to drink it.
She walked over and took Ji Yan’s hand.
Seriously,
"You must drink this dicine."
Ji Yan glanced at the herbal dicine and hesitated for quite a while before finally speaking slowly,
"Hmm."
Su Yan pulled him over to the table, and he obediently followed.
She held the bowl of herbal dicine and handed it to him.
Ji Yan looked at her quietly.
Before, she always fed him.
Perhaps being suddenly given the bowl to drink on his own made him even less inclined to drink it.
Su Yan said,
"Drink it in one go, it’s less troubleso than feeding you spoonful by spoonful."
Ji Yan held the bowl, looking even more deflated.
He drank sip by sip, looking very disheartened.
She took out a piece of candy from her pocket and unwrapped it.
Waiting for him to finish drinking.
At that mont, Su Yan’s phone rang.
She took out her phone from her bag.
This was the first call she received in four days.
Looking at the na displayed on the screen, Su Yan walked out.
Originally, Ji Yan didn’t mind.
Only inadvertently he caught a glimpse of the bag that had fallen over on the table.
The black box appeared once again before Ji Yan’s eyes.
His expression darkened, and his thin lips were tightly pressed in an instant.
During these days, Su Yan had been very good to him.
He felt like he was living in heaven, almost to the point of getting carried away.
So much so that he had forgotten about an unresolved potential enemy.
Originally, Su Yan was outside taking the call.
It was from Xiang Chong.
Overall, his purpose was clear.
He wanted to see Su Yan again.
Of course, she rembered that the diary was still in Xiang Chong’s hands.
Another eting was inevitable.
It’s just that Ji Yan’s condition was not yet stable, so she didn’t make any firm arrangents, but said they’d talk about it when she had ti later...
After hanging up the phone, she saw Ji Xingyu, looking exhausted as he rubbed his face, turning around the stairwell corner and walking in this direction.
His eyes were filled with red veins, lacking the usual brashness of the young man he was.
Thinking back to the scene she witnessed more than half a month ago.
She wasn’t soone who liked to ddle.
However, she still owed Lin Yiren a al...
While thinking, Ji Xingyu approached and greeted Su Yan.
"Teacher,"
Ji Xingyu had always called Su Yan "teacher" without a change.
Perhaps since she taught him, day by day he realized the extent of Su Yan’s capabilities.
He truly admired her.
It wasn’t just out of politeness that he called her teacher, but out of genuine respect.
And then, it beca a habit.
"I’ve co to see brother."
Watching Ji Xingyu, Su Yan paused for a mont before
she spoke out,
"Do you like Lin Yiren?"
Perhaps because he didn’t expect Su Yan to suddenly bring up the matter, Ji Xingyu was taken aback.
Afterwards, he scratched his head, looking disheveled,
"I like her."
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