Chapter 388 - 127 Taste Test_4
Yan Song felt a tremor deep in his heart as he looked at her face, flushed with fever, and held her tight for a moment.
"Remember what you said."
He laid her on the bed, as now there was only one way to reduce the fever physically.
He got a lot of dry ice from the attendant, wrapped it in a towel to place on her forehead, and rubbed her hands with his. Her body was frighteningly hot, and Yan Song was both anxious and angry.
Angry at himself, sure it was because he had called her out last night when the temperature was so low, it would be strange if she didn’t catch a cold.
"It’s all my fault." Yan Song said as he patted her hand against his face.
Just then, the phone rang. Yan Song took it out and pursed his lips.
The call was from Zhuang Xiyue, asking when he would be home. He explained that he was at a gathering with friends and couldn’t return home today.
"Uncle Yan said you came back last night and even drove away one of your dad’s cars?" Zhuang Xiyue’s voice was full of suspicion.
"Uh-huh, I had some things to take care of. I’ll explain it when I get back."
After the basketball league, the school gave each member a day off, and luckily tomorrow was the weekend. Yan Song wouldn’t have to go to school for the next few days.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the unconscious girl lying on the bed, her hair soaked in cold sweat and sticking to her face, her lips pale and parched, she looked especially weak.
Yan Song sat by the bed, staring blankly at her face, his heart was in turmoil, never having been so nervous before.
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Not knowing how long she had been unconscious, Yun Ya weakly opened her eyes, only to be suddenly embraced.
The embrace was so tight, it made it difficult for her to breathe, and she couldn’t help but laugh, "Brother Yan~ I’m feeling so uncomfortable, I can’t breathe well."
Yan Song stubbornly held her tight. "Do you have any idea how scared I was?"
Yun Ya closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder. "I’m sorry~."
"What are you apologizing for? If it weren’t for me dragging you out last night, you wouldn’t be like this." Yan Song said, wanting to slap himself.
Yun Ya shook her head. "It’s not your fault, it’s my own issue. Brother Yan, my health isn’t good, in the future, will you despise me?" She asked cautiously, her eyes dimming as she closed them.
This time, she must have shocked Brother Yan, but it was a question they inevitably had to face sooner or later.
Yan Song held her tighter, with a force that seemed to want to merge her into his own flesh and bone.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Song insisted. "Fool, how could I possibly despise you?"
I only hate myself for not being able to protect you.
Yun Ya pursed her lips. "I’ll try my best to become better, good enough to be worthy of you."
The meaning behind those words was something Yan Song might never understand, yet it contained all the helplessness and melancholy of her past life.
The secrets buried deep in her heart, weighed on her like a heavy bell, constantly reminding her of her fear that this happiness was an illusion, as fleeting as a dream.
Once the dream ended, she would still be the lone Ji Yunya.
No, this was her only chance; she had to hold on tightly to this happiness she had regained, even if it meant never letting go, even in death.
"Fool, you don’t know how good you are." He kissed her hair and patted her back lightly.
Her anxiety, her panic, he could feel it all.
And for that, he felt even more tender and sympathetic.
Yun Ya opened her dry lips, "Brother Yan, I want some water."
Yan Song immediately let her go, turned around to pour her some water, and although Yun Ya stretched out her hand to take it, Yan Song brought it directly to her lips, supporting her head with one hand. "Open your mouth."
Yun Ya smiled, enjoying being looked after.
After gulping down a glass of water, Yun Ya wiped her mouth and asked, "What time is it now?"
"Four in the afternoon."
Yun Ya’s eyes widened in surprise. "I’ve been unconscious for a whole day?"
Yan Song set the glass on the table and reached out to touch her forehead to check her temperature. It was cool to the touch; indeed, the fever had subsided.
He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Get up, let’s go eat." Her stomach was indeed growling after being unconscious for a day.
Yun Ya put on her coat, which was a knitted cardigan. Though not thin, it was breezy.
Yan Song draped his black jacket over Yun Ya. "Wear this."
Yun Ya, wearing his jacket which seemed especially oversized on her, felt very warm. She beamed, "I like wearing your clothes."
Yan Song playfully tapped her nose, "In the future, all my clothes are yours to wear, if you don’t find them ugly."
Saying this, he put his arm around Yun Ya’s shoulders and they left the room.
Checking out of the room, they encountered the same old lady from last night. Seeing they had stayed in the room all day, her look was full of surprise, thinking to herself how good young people’s stamina was these days.
That look made Yun Ya embarrassingly bury her face in Yan Song’s chest. Yan Song, tapping the counter with a finger, said coldly, "Hurry up."