"Not the whole world, just having you revolve around me is enough for me,"

"What, is your memory bad?"

"You don't take my words seriously?"

"Have you forgotten why you came to the hospital?"

Chu Wuyang kept a straight face.

"You promised not to do anything to Jian Zhou anymore, do you dare to go back on your word?"

Jingmin: "You're more familiar with this process of lying and backing out than I am, aren't you?"

He was in the Yin-Yang ward when she didn't show up at his hospital room on time that morning.

She mumbled, "I've already been there."

She originally wanted to add, "I didn't show up because I didn't want to disturb your and your wife's precious time together."

But those words sound like she's jealous.

She naturally swallowed it back.

Jingmin pressed for an answer.

"And what about things you make yourself?"

Chu Wuyang glanced subconsciously at the insulated box on the chair, her head throbbing slightly—was this man holding a grudge against her for bringing soup to Jian Zhou?

"We have the items too."

"What did you do? Where?"

Chu Wuyang paused, the scene from that morning flashing through her mind—she was standing in the corridor carrying porridge, her heart inexplicably heavy.

That was the first time she had ever made porridge, and it was such a waste to throw it away.

Just then, a dog barked. Chu Wuyang looked over and saw Ah Huang squatting by the flower bed near the hospital entrance.

He was staring intently at the insulated food container in her hand, his tongue lolling out, drool dripping down his face, his expression clearly saying, "I'm starving and I'm ready."

She sighed softly, walked over, and opened the food box.

She placed the bowl of porridge, which she herself could hardly swallow, in front of Dahuang.

On the other end of the phone, Chu Wuyang shrugged.

"Have you seen if Big Yellow has finished eating?"

At this moment, under the shade of the trees at the back gate of the hospital,

The big yellow dog lay sprawled on the grass, sunbathing, its round belly bulging.

A trace of soup residue, not yet licked clean, still clung to the corner of his mouth.

Jing Min stood to the side with a dark expression, his posture upright. Even though he was wearing a casual hospital gown, his anger was palpable.

He remains as handsome and elegant as someone who stepped out of a magazine cover.

But the coldness in his eyes was just like the deep sea before a storm.

He stared at the dog as if it were some monstrous, rebellious creature.

His brows tightened slightly, and his eyes were so deep they looked like they were about to burst with water.

I walked over at a leisurely pace, getting closer and closer.

The dog still looked quite content, as if it were enjoying a good sunbath after its meal.

He yawned without any sense of crisis.

The next second,

"Bang--!"

A precise and powerful kick landed on the dog's belly.

"Woof!!"

The big yellow dog yelped and rolled half a circle.

instantly sober,

It tumbled from its dream into reality, tucked its tail between its legs, and fled as fast as it could.

Jing Min withdrew his foot and slowly straightened his cuffs.

His gaze fell sideways on the insulated box, which was licked so clean it was reflective, and he gave a cold laugh.

"Your teeth are quite good."

He took out his phone and held it to his ear.

I want the soup you're holding.

He hung up the phone without waiting for Chu Wuyang's reply.

Chu Wuyang was still standing there, stunned.

The next second,

A person fully armed, covered up in long sleeves and trousers, with the brim of their hat pulled very low,

They suddenly appeared from some unknown direction.

Touching his nose, feeling inexplicably guilty and embarrassed, he strolled over to her.

As he reached for the insulated food container on the chair, he subconsciously glanced at her.

Before Chu Wuyang could speak,

The man had already swiftly grabbed the food box and started running, taking three steps at a time.

They disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It seemed to emerge from a crack in the ground and then disappear back inside.

Chu Wuyang stared at the empty chair, lost in thought for a long time.

Are you sick?!