Cai Wenchuan nodded, watching Jiang Zhiming walk away. Only after the boy's figure disappeared around the corner did he look away. When he looked down, he realized that Ye Wenyu had hidden behind him at some point. He turned around and saw that in the night, her face was pale, her whole body was trembling, and cold sweat the size of soybeans was seeping from her forehead. He couldn't help but worry. He squatted down and asked her with concern, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

She seemed to have suddenly fallen seriously ill.

She was chattering away like a cheerful little bird just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, when that freshman appeared, she was like a chick seeing an eagle. What happened?

"Are you sick?" He touched her forehead with concern. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, but she didn't have a fever.

Ye Wenyu tried to calm herself down, smiled, and took Cai Wenchuan's hand, saying to him, "I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry, maybe I have low blood sugar."

Her little hands were as cold as ice.

“It’s all my fault—” Cai Wenchuan blamed himself, squeezed her hand and said to her, “Go home and cook right away.”

Ye Wenyu forced a smile and nodded. The two went back to Cai Wenchuan's teacher's apartment to cook dinner. Wenyu was silent the whole way. The sweetness of her first love with Cai Wenchuan had vanished. On one hand, she was struggling with the past, fearing that the people and things from before would reappear and entangle her, making her reborn life turbulent and painful. On the other hand, she kept telling herself to cheer up, be brave, and live in the present. At least for now, she was happy. Lin Tingfeng had not appeared. Perhaps everything was just her worrying unnecessarily.