After finishing her instant noodles, she threw the box into the kitchen trash can, turned around and went back to her room, lay down on the bed without even taking off her slippers, half of her body was on the bed, and the blanket only covered her stomach.

Originally intending to take a short nap, his consciousness gradually faded.

She woke up again to the incessant ringing of her phone. She picked it up and saw she'd been added to a group chat, with messages pouring in one after another…

She glanced casually at the group chat name, "Future Pillars of the Class 3, Grade 11," and narrowed her eyes.

Looking up at the list of people who pulled her, only Ren Yi had the time and energy to do so.

The group chat was buzzing with excitement.

Ying Qian wasn't interested. She didn't know what was driving her, but she went through the group chat members and found that Chen Wenzhi wasn't there. She wasn't surprised, but she was a little curious.

She rubbed her neck and sat up, opened the chat window with him, remained silent for a while, and typed a few words: "Aren't you in the Class 3 group chat?"

So straightforward.

After a while, the screen lit up and a message popped up: No, I'm not interested.

She rubbed her temples with her left hand and picked up her phone with her right to reply to messages.

What are you interested in?

Chen Wenzhi seemed to be delayed, or perhaps he was genuinely thinking.

Shortly after, a new message contained only one word: "you".

Ying Qian's pupils suddenly dilated, the word reflected in her eyes, and she was so stunned that she couldn't speak.

She didn't reply to the message, her heart pounding with excitement.

She thought, "Oh no, it must be from the fever. My heart feels so bad and is beating so fast."

Thinking about it, she hurriedly put down her pen, grabbed her coat from the bed, took her keys and phone, and went out.

There was a clinic near the neighborhood. Feeling dizzy and light as a breeze, the first thing she said when she arrived at the clinic was, "Doctor, will an IV drip help my fever get better faster?"

The doctor frowned, handed over a mercury thermometer, and asked, "Does your throat hurt?"

Ying Qian nodded firmly and said, "It hurts!"

The doctor told her to open her mouth, and she did as she was told. The doctor said that she would need an IV drip for at least three days, but if she took medication, it might take longer.

Ying Qian waved her hand and said it was no problem, as long as the small clinic was still open past 10 p.m.

Ying Qian has to go back to school tomorrow, and there's a monthly exam in a couple of days. She has no idea how she'll be able to take the exam with her weak body.

At the end of next month, students will have to choose between arts and sciences. She wants to choose sciences, but her arts grades are much better. As Meng Beiyan once asked her, "If I choose arts, I can be in the top few in the grade, but if I choose sciences, I can only be outside the top fifty. Do you want to play it safe or take a gamble?"

Ying Qian didn't answer at the time. When the needle pierced her skin, she only felt a slight pain. She still didn't have an answer in her heart, but she kept thinking about it and forcing herself to think about it.

When my mind is empty, I can't help but think of that lonely "you" in the chat box.

Next to them was a family; the parents were with their daughter while she received an IV drip. The elderly father had gone out to buy porridge, and the mother was stroking her daughter's hair, saying, "Look at you, you've gotten so thin at school!"

"No, there's still meat in it." The girl's face was very pale, and her voice was barely audible.

Upon hearing this, the mother's eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Please don't skip meals. What are your father and I working so hard for? Isn't it so that you, our daughter, can have enough to eat in the future? You must take good care of your health..."

The mother spoke in the local dialect, which sounded somewhat comical.

But Ying Qian truly witnessed the everyday life of ordinary people.

She leaned against the cold backrest, looking up as the medicine was slowly injected into her body, and her throat felt very bitter.

I stared at it for a full half hour.

She took a picture of the IV drip with her phone, posted it on her social media, and deliberately blocked Meng Beiyan from seeing it. The caption was a smiling emoji.

Ying Qian has many friends, most of whom are unimportant junior high school classmates. They don't keep in touch much; their relationship is limited to visiting each other's social media profiles and liking each other's posts.

The post had barely been published when someone liked it.

A junior high classmate commented: [Hugs, Sister Qian, I really hate that I'm not in S City now!]

In fact, Ying Qian didn't remember who he was at all.

Many people's names have been washed away from our memories by the torrent of time.

Following that, likes started appearing one after another, including from Chen Wenzhi.

Ying Qian didn't react much, and listlessly scrolled through short videos.

"Ying Qian!"

A voice rang out in the clinic, which only made the clinic seem even more silent.

Upon hearing the voice, Ying Qian subconsciously swallowed. After confirming who it was, her neck immediately stiffened, and it took her a while to turn her head to the side.

The boy was backlit, so his expression was obscured. He walked closer with a decisive stride, and the emotion in his dark eyes seemed to have vanished. The scent of soap gradually replaced the pungent smell of alcohol.

His eyes looked down at her from above, as if he wanted to imprison her.

Ying Qian looked up at him and realized that Chen Wenzhi was actually quite tall.

"Where's your brother?" he asked first, his voice icy cold.

Ying Qian pursed her lips, "Business trip."

Before Chen Wenzhi could continue asking, she asked instead, "Why did you come here?"

"If I said I was just passing by, would you believe me?" Chen Wenzhi said calmly, his phoenix eyes deep and unwavering, as if shrouded in a thin mist and thick clouds.

Ying Qian chuckled, her lips curving into a beautiful arc.

"Then I'll reluctantly believe it."

"Tch," Chen Wenzhi didn't know what to say, so he naturally sat down next to her and took out his phone to watch online classes without saying a word.

Ying Qian watched his every move, her face full of smiles. "Chen Wenzhi, you're really something. You're putting me in a difficult position. Are you going to kick me out or not?"

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