Just thinking of you

The next day, Wen Zhuyao's health improved, and all her discomforts subsided, including her sudden menstrual period.

She still had a slight fever.

When Wen Zhuyao woke up, she wanted to go back. After all, she had already troubled him a lot, and if she stayed any longer, she probably wouldn't know how to face him.

But Mo Wen stopped her, kept her on the bed, and whispered, "I ordered breakfast. After you finish eating, I'll call a car to take you."

Looking at Wen Zhuyao's newly measured temperature, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

While waiting for her meal, she washed up and got out of bed once, but otherwise lay on the bed listlessly, waiting quietly.

This did not prevent Mo Wen from tidying up.

He booked his tickets for the afternoon, so he got up early and waited for her to wake up before taking any action.

When breakfast arrived, the two of them stopped eating.

Wen Zhuyao ate and drank her fill, secretly surprised by her own appetite. She felt perfectly satisfied with what she had eaten.

Just as she went into her room to get her backpack, Mo Wen, who was tidying up the table outside, received a phone call from her mother at home.

"Is your flight today? What time will you be back tonight?"

Mo asked to tell the truth, and then the topic changed again, heading in a completely different direction.

"Seriously, are you really not planning on dating? You really don't want to go on blind dates since you came back, especially at your age."

"Why don't you talk about it first, give it a try, is that okay?" Mo's mother asked, but she was actually looking at the comic book in her hand.

The plot just happened to reach the point where the domineering CEO has never had a woman in his life, leading outsiders to question whether the scenario is feasible.

That being said, to be frank, he is currently just trying, and since he hasn't succeeded, he has no reason to announce it.

While it's certainly not good for Wen Zhuyao to be eavesdropping inside, listening to this conversation still felt somewhat funny.

In the end, it was the same result. Mo Wen brushed it off, saying, "Let's talk about it when we get back. I don't have any thoughts on it right now."

"Anyway, there are people to recommend. You come back, go and take a look... it's up to you whether you want to or not." After this happened many times, Mo's mother lost hope in him, but she still kept urging him.

What can you do if you can't get them to do something? It's like talking to a brick wall.

Mo Wen gave a few perfunctory words before hanging up the phone, shook his head helplessly, put down his chair on the sofa, and continued tidying up the dining table.

Once she was sure everything was alright, Wen Zhuyao came out with her bag and said, "I'm all packed, I'll be going now."

I don't know if it's due to my emotions, but I always feel a strange, unacknowledged feeling.

The problem is that she set the deadline herself.

It's strange that her dissatisfaction is also her own feeling.

"Okay, I'll take you downstairs." Mo Wen washed his hands and prepared to go downstairs with her.

She wanted to grab a coat, but Wen Zhuyao refused: "No need, I can go down by myself. I'm not a three-year-old anymore."

"Okay... I'll send you a screenshot of the license plate. Message me when you get back." Mo Wen urged her on, and in the end, he received a hug in return.

The two of them embraced each other like that.

Mo Wen could clearly smell the scent of shampoo in her hair.

I will miss you.

"Me too." Wen Zhuyao said this before being released and watched as she left.

In the car, Wen Zhuyao shook her head, trying to shake off the excess emotions. She couldn't find her rationality; her mind was filled with that one sentence she cared about.

She always felt that she was not being recognized. The probationary period was her idea; something that hadn't been officially confirmed wouldn't be widely publicized.

It's a very normal process.

She was tormented by her period; her fragile heart was extinguished by cold water.

It's still one of those videos where everyone watches, and then yours just breaks.

Wen Zhuyao felt that she should take another painkiller when she got back to control herself, otherwise her mind would be filled with all sorts of nonsense.

Clear your mind and stop thinking about it.

Otherwise, she would probably recreate the heartbroken heroine, bursting into tears in a taxi, with the tragic scene accompanied by its own background music.

Fortunately, Chi Nuo has been adjusting her sleep schedule these past few days, waking up early and sending messages.

"It's good that you're alright. Don't worry, I'll come find you to hang out after my exams."

"I have already been granted leave."

When Wen Zhuyao saw the news, she felt even worse, shifting from one issue to another.

Well, she's all alone now.

That's really terrible.

Wen Zhuyao returned home, tidied up, and lay down to sleep. Her emotions had been fluctuating these past few days. She had no interest in talking to anyone, and would become emo halfway through her excitement.

I'm only halfway through my motivational efforts, then I give up and do whatever.

Mo Wen, who should have been deeply affected, mistook the abnormality for menstrual fatigue and reduced the frequency of chatting.

Only routine care.

Don't ask, "Have you had breakfast? How are you feeling?"

"After eating, I feel much better and the pain is gone." Wen Zhuyao went through the process with her as soon as she saw me, trying not to think about what happened the morning before she left.

To avoid feeling so awkward, clear your mind.

Mo asked, "Have you had lunch yet? I saw a recommendation for a restaurant near you. How about I order something for you to try?"

"No need, I ordered takeout. I'll treat you next time." Wen Zhuyao's mind was filled with the awkward scene of her period in the restaurant.

Let's take it a step further and review the entire event.

"Stop!" Wen Zhuyao called out urgently. "My food is here. I'm going to eat. Bye-bye."

Seven days passed just like that, and soon it would be the end of a month.

Maintaining a cautious attitude after the event.

Mo Wen switched accounts again and chose to ask Wen Zhuyao, fearing that the anomaly might actually be real.

He treated it as if he was uncomfortable.

"Hello? I broke up with her, but before I left, I felt the relationship had progressed. However, after I left, I feel like that progress has disappeared."

“She’s on her period right now, and I know that will make her feel less comfortable, but I also feel that her attitude has become a bit cold.”

Wen Zhuyao was staring blankly at the computer, thinking about how to plan the video shooting, when a notification on her phone caught her attention.

She turned her head to look and found it was a private message, and it was from him.

Clicking on it reveals what's been going on these past few days.

Wen Zhuyao was still a little unsettled. After thinking for a moment, she wondered whether she should just lay all her cards on the table and reveal her true identity.

I'm not pretending anymore.

However, on the other hand, they still didn't expose it.

It's rare to see someone who won't even let others see their self-reflection voluntarily share their thoughts; it's worth taking a look.

Returning to the problem, Wen Zhuyao clearly knew that it was an emotional issue, but what difference was there between saying it and being honest?

I gave a more serious reply.

"It's normal to have bad moods during your period. Also, it's normal to feel remorseful after a long-distance relationship ends."

"It's normal to feel uneasy after the breakup and to think about the future."

Mo Wen, urged on by the background noise, couldn't think of an answer for a moment, which was a very good way of thinking.

He went through the process again.

Until Mo's mother appeared, and seeing the question he hadn't had time to hide: "Are you in a relationship?"

"It's a long-distance relationship. You should have started dating a while ago. Why didn't you say so when I asked you before?"

Mo's mother wanted to take a closer look, but her good son cut her off: "I'm not trying to be mean, but why are you being so secretive? You wouldn't tell me when I asked, and now you've created another one."

"You got together with me as soon as you came back from your business trip, right? I was urging you every day back then, so don't end up giving me negative reviews."

Mo's mother was in a state of disbelief. What was this nonsense? What was she going to do about the negative evaluation? She hadn't even met him, and his first impression was that he was trying to break them up.

She's going to go back and read some other novels to see if there's a good way to change her image.

Mo's mother, who came in and spoke briefly before rushing out, struck a chord with Mo Wen. He shouldn't have sought stability and given an uncertain response about his relationship in front of Wen Zhuyao.

Once you understand this, you can understand why I've been acting this way these past few days.

No matter what we talk about, it always brings us back to that day, and once we're back, we start thinking about those things, and naturally, we don't have any good feelings about them.

Mo Wen thought for a moment and replied, "I don't want to make demands of her in a definitive way."

“I’m being pressured to get married. Once I bring it up, the whole series of events and the chain reaction will happen very quickly for her.”

"So I want to wait until she's thought it through before bringing this up and discussing it with her." That was Mo Wen's true situation.

Wen Zhuyao understood after reading the reply.

"That's probably just because you're in a bad mood during your period. It'll pass once you calm down. Take your time."

"Things will get better."

After saying that, Wen Zhuyao realized she had misunderstood and guiltily ended the conversation, wanting to find another opportunity to make amends.

You open the chat with the other person, type to send a message, but won't it be boring if you don't have anything to say?

Wen Zhuyao deleted the words she had typed, closed her eyes, and collapsed onto the bed.

Cover your face and roll around.

"What should I do..."

"Nobody told me that it's so hard to find topics to talk about when I feel guilty!"

Even by evening, Wen Zhuyao still hadn't come up with a good topic. She went online and found that the other person was also online, so she quietly invited them to do a romantic quest.

As if knowing what she was going to do, Mo Wen didn't say anything more and waited for her to lead the way.

Wen Zhuyao waited and waited, but nothing came of it, so she awkwardly tried to find a topic to talk about.

"By the way, why did you take me on as your apprentice?"

When faced with indecision, talking about the past is a quick way to bridge the gap.

Mo Wen adjusted the microphone: "Because you are sincere, you wrote a lot in the requirements for master and apprentice, and you wrote a very full list. I know why you want to find a master, what the initial relationship was like, and what your requirements for me are."

Wen Zhuyao randomly chose a task, a fixed question-and-answer session, and then asked, "So what was your first impression of me?"

"Didn't we talk about this before?" Mo Wen asked in surprise. He remembered that they had just reviewed it not long ago.

Wen Zhuyao sighed and said fiercely, "Don't ask, just tell me again."

On the multiple-choice questions, I chose the wrong answer even though I knew the answer well.

Mo Wen's soft laughter reached her ears, sounding like mockery to her; a simple sentence had such an impact.

Wen Zhuyao took a deep breath: "Stop laughing, hurry up and answer the questions. After you finish this one, move on to the next one."

"Okay, I just think you're a bit quiet but also very cute, you know the rest." After selecting the last question, Mo Wen submitted his application.

Pretending nothing had happened and unaware of what was going on, they continued to get along well and answered the questions.

Wen Zhuyao changed to an AFK (away from keyboard) task and took him to AFK in the scenery. The two chatted casually.

"I feel like it's just average. Why did you get so agitated when I told you we weren't a good match and I wanted to break up?" Based on the few words the other person said, her question didn't seem to carry much weight.

Mo Wen tapped the table unconsciously, his voice low: "Because back then, it was just you and me together."

"Friends all have better friends, but you and I are the only ones who only have each other and can't tolerate anyone else."

"And I don't know why, maybe... I felt we clicked a long time ago." Mo Wen added the pause in his mind.

Perhaps I fell in love with you a long time ago, without realizing it.

For various reasons, I am particularly concerned about your emotions and feedback, so I don't want to do anything out of line before I have a real identity.

I was afraid she would be scared away and I wouldn't be able to find her.

Wen Zhuyao listened and nodded silently. The short-term AFK task ended automatically, but an activity pop-up appeared on the computer screen.

The rating for the game is written above. Let's give a complete evaluation of the game from beginning to end.

The tail also indicated that it was kept confidential.

"Let's test your true feelings for your love interest—is it a mix of love and hate, a love-hate relationship, or simply indifference between strangers on the road of life..."

"Everything is in the questionnaire!"