"Pingping, thank you for earlier."

After watching Shen Jiayu's figure disappear through the door, Song Yifei finally relaxed completely, lying on the bed with her hands and feet ice-cold.

She thought she would have to avoid Shen Jiayu from now on, waah, he's too scary.

Su Ping had already called Xu Yichen on the way here, so he should be arriving soon.

Just then, the door was opened again, and it was Xu Yichen.

Upon seeing him, Song Yifei could no longer control her emotions, and tears flowed silently down her face.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Yichen was a little at a loss, so he quickly came up and hugged her.

"It's nothing, it just hurts a bit too much."

Song Yifei shook her head, unwilling to say more; only the person in front of her could truly calm her heart.

"Sister Yifei, should we tell Xiao Song about this?"

Thinking of Song Qi, Su Ping suddenly felt fortunate that he didn't know about this, otherwise, given how protective he was of his sister, he and Shen Jiayu would probably have gotten into a fight in the ward.

Xiao Qi?

He seems to have become more mysterious lately. He used to tell me everything, but now he locks himself in his room most of the time. Is this a belated rebellious phase?

Song Yifei shook her head: "I was just a little frightened, but I'm not seriously injured. He seems to be quite busy lately, so let's not tell him."

Now it was their turn. Su Ping didn't want to be a third wheel, so she leaned on her cane and prepared to say goodbye to the two of them.

"Brother Yichen, please take good care of Sister Yifei. I'm going to see the doctor and then I'll go home."

"Yichen, could you go and see Pingping off? She has trouble walking."

Su Ping, who had just been complaining to Calabash Brothers about how awkward the cane was and how it hurt her hand, immediately refused upon hearing this.

"No need, no need, my driver is waiting for me downstairs."

After saying that, he waved his cane to indicate that there was no problem.

Seeing her firm stance, the two of them stopped pressuring her.

After entering the elevator, Su Ping rubbed her arm, which had been slightly strained from using her crutches.

[Huluwa, what are these walking sticks made of? Are they filled with lead? They're so heavy!]

After leaving the hospital, Su Ping walked towards the direction where Uncle Feng had parked his car.

As we passed a corner, a boy wearing a white T-shirt was leaning against the wall.

He was very tall and thin, with a great figure, and wore a pair of red canvas shoes under his faded jeans.

However, his complexion seemed to be not good; his face was pale, even his lips were somewhat white.

Su Ping's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the hand hanging at his side.

Although her arms were thin, they weren't skinny, and her skin was very fair. She immediately noticed the elastic gauze wrapped around her arms.

Did you just donate blood?

Before she could think further, she saw the boy turn his head and glance over, then open his mouth as if he wanted to say something after seeing Su Ping.

Su Ping was stunned for a moment after seeing the boy's face.

The boy in front of me had a high nose bridge, slightly parted thin lips, wispy hair covering his forehead, and very fair skin without a single blemish.

How can a guy be so handsome? Does he have a death wish?

But what is he saying?

Su Ping saw him open his mouth, but only heard a few indistinct syllables.

Just as he leaned closer to see if he could hear clearly, the dark shadow in front of him suddenly enlarged and slammed down on him.

In order to avoid being knocked down, Su Ping could only support himself on his shoulders, which made his already injured foot even worse after the weight was applied.

"Please, don't take me to the hospital..."

After the boy finished speaking, he collapsed onto Su Ping and remained motionless.

What kind of things happen every day? You can even get scammed on the street.

Looking at his face, for some reason, Su Ping thought of that sentence.

A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger sister in school, and a broken man.

He looked very thin, but he was very tall. Su Ping couldn't lift him at all, so she had to call Uncle Feng.

When Uncle Feng drove over, he saw the two of them leaning against each other in a strange position. This boy didn't seem to be the one who came to his house last time.

However, he chose to turn a blind eye. The young lady had her reasons for doing so, and it was not his place to interfere.

Finally, with Uncle Feng's help, the two of them helped the boy into the car.

"Miss, shall we take him home?"

Su Ping, panting, looked at the unconscious boy beside her and reached out to pat his face.

"Wake up, where do you live?"

The boy frowned. He was sleeping soundly and hadn't woken up. There were heavy dark circles under his closed eyes. How long had it been since he had rested?

Never mind, let's take him home first.

In the afternoon, Aunt Mei knocked on Su Ping's door.

"Miss, the person you brought back has woken up and says he wants to see you."

oh?

If Aunt Mei hadn't mentioned it, Su Ping would have almost forgotten that she had brought someone back. After putting down her paintbrush, she opened the door and went downstairs.

Downstairs, she saw the boy sitting somewhat awkwardly on the sofa, holding a glass of water, unsure whether to drink it or put it down.

Amused by his appearance, Su Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You... thank you."

Upon hearing the sound, the boy quickly put down the cup in his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

Su Ping looked at his face, which had regained some color, and his eyebrows and eyes still had the immaturity of a young boy. He should be about the same age as her. If his features matured, he would definitely be a handsome man in the future.

"That's the sweet soup I asked Aunt Mei to make for you. Drink it before you go back."

Su Ping saw the struggle in the boy's eyes and said...

Touched by the stranger's actions, the boy's eyes reddened, and he nodded obediently, holding the cup to drink water.

Su Ping sat down opposite him and found that he was indeed tall, on the thinner side of a normal person. His clothes looked loose on him, probably because he hadn't been getting enough nutrition during his growth period.

After staring at him for only a short while, the boy suddenly stopped drinking water and sat there stiffly, seemingly at a loss. Then Su Ping noticed that his ears had turned red almost to the point of bleeding.

It seems he's a boy who's easily embarrassed.

Well, she did admit that her behavior looked like that of a thug, especially in this situation.

Su Ping coughed lightly and withdrew her gaze from him.

Sure enough, after a while, the boy raised the cup to his lips again and sipped it slowly.

Why am I suddenly so well-behaved?

"How old are you?"

After asking the question, Su Ping realized that it might have been a bit presumptuous. Just as she was about to add a few words, she heard him speak.

"twenty three."

? ? ?

He's even older than her?

Su Ping looked at his deceptive face and fell into deep thought.

Whether her actions caused him to misunderstand something or not, he then spoke.

"Thank you so much for today. Please feel free to ask if there's anything I can do for you."

"It's nothing, don't be so polite, just consider it making friends."

Su Ping waved her hand and introduced herself: "My name is Su Ping. What's your name?"

The boy paused for a moment, then said, "Chronology."