☆、80、Emotional Fluctuations (2232 words)

Li Yaxi slept for a long time. As soon as Feng Zihao moved slightly, she unconsciously grabbed Feng Zihao's clothes.

Feng Zihao felt sorry for Li Yaxi's unease and vulnerability, so he quietly slept beside him, watching him and tracing his features.

Li Yaxi groaned in discomfort, unable to open her eyes for a long time.

"Ya Xi, are you awake? How are you feeling? Where does it hurt?"

Li Yaxi squirmed on the bed. "My head hurts, my eyes hurt, my throat hurts, and my stomach hurts too. Zihao... I feel so awful."

Feng Zihao helped Li Yaxi feed him a few sips of honey water.

"I made some rice porridge, would you like to have some later?"

Li Yaxi nodded. "Zihao, my eyes hurt so much, I can't open them."

"Sweetie, I'll put an ice pack on you in a bit. Lie down first, I'll go get some food."

Li Yaxi had a splitting headache and her vision was so blurred that she couldn't see anything clearly.

Lying in bed, I felt dizzy. Han Weiming in my past life, Han Weiming in this life, Feng Zihao in my past life, Feng Zihao in this life.

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts!

It must have been that car accident, but was it that Han Weiming died in his previous life and was reborn like him, or...?

I have no thoughts at all.

Feng Zihao brought food and medicine into the room and helped Li Yaxi lean against him.

After only two bites, he pushed the food away with a look of disgust.

"Ya Xi, eat some more. You threw up yesterday, eat something to fill your stomach, and then take your medicine."

"No, I can't eat, I feel nauseous."

Li Yaxi pushed Feng Zihao away. "Take a look at the documents I brought back yesterday. Let me sleep a little longer; my head hurts."

Feng Zihao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Li Yaxi with concern, until she gradually fell asleep peacefully before gently closing the door and leaving.

Li Yaxi tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her eyes were a little less swollen. Hearing Feng Zihao close the door and leave, Li Yaxi went into the space.

Soaking himself in the water, the coolness helped clear his head.

"Little Wanderer" is a nickname Han Weiming gave to Li Yaxi, and he's the only one who calls him that.

That moment of confusion threw him into a panic; that aggressiveness, that domineering nature, were all unknown aspects of Han Weiming.

He was confused, and his past memories stirred up his fear.

After calming down, Li Yaxi looked at her reflection in the mirror—a person with swollen eyes, a pale and tired expression—and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

I've already died once, what else is there to be afraid of?

Rubbing her still throbbing forehead, Li Yaxi slowly walked out of the room. Feng Zihao quickly helped her sit on the sofa.

Why didn't you lie down a little longer?

"The more I try to sleep, the more uncomfortable I feel. Didn't you go out?"

Feng Zihao poured a glass of water and handed it to Li Yaxi. "We're out of anti-inflammatory medicine at home, I'm going out to buy some."

Li Yaxi leaned against Feng Zihao's chest, smelling the comforting scent that had brought him over the years, and felt a little better.

Li Yaxi felt something was off as Feng Zihao gently stroked her back. Although he wouldn't know how to answer if Feng Zihao asked, his silence only made him more uneasy.

"Zihao, did you see the document?"

"Yes, I saw it. I'll make arrangements for Zihan's upcoming trip abroad. You should rest well and don't worry about these things anymore."

Li Yaxi sat up and looked at him. "Do you think I'm meddling and don't want me to get involved in your affairs?"

Feng Zihao sighed softly, his brows furrowing slightly with weariness. "No, Ya Xi, don't worry so much. I just don't want you to be so tired. I know how much manpower and resources it takes to send Zihan abroad at a time like this, but the subsequent matters won't be so simple! Your health isn't good; you get sick easily if you overwork yourself. I don't want to worry about you while I'm busy with things at home."

Li Yaxi lowered her head and remained silent for a while before quietly picking up her medicine and drinking it.

"I'm fine, Zihao. I just wanted to help you. I wanted to do my part to help with Zihan's trip abroad. Don't worry about me. I've done everything I can. I'll stay by your side and won't do anything reckless."

After saying that, she kissed Feng Zihao on the corner of his mouth. "I'm going to sleep for a while longer. You go ahead and do your work, come back early, and be careful."

Seeing Li Yaxi leave defiantly, Feng Zihao felt his heart shatter into pieces.

When school started in September, Feng Zihan also left.

As the plane took off, Feng Zihao felt a little relieved, at least his brother could leave the center of this vortex.

Cai Weisen visits Li Yaxi once a week to buy her clothes or the latest electronic products.

Each time, he would leave after sitting for a short while, because Cai Wenliang's health was deteriorating day by day. Chemotherapy controlled his condition, but it was eroding his body.

Li Yaxi visited him once, but when she arrived at the hospital entrance, she felt a little guilty for arriving empty-handed, so she casually bought a small bouquet of daisies from a nearby flower shop.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Cai Wenliang's sickly expression faltered, and he greeted him with a bright smile.

"Xiao Xi, you're here. Don't you have class today?"

Li Yaxi carefully placed the bouquet, shook her head slightly, and sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"And him?"

Cai Wenliang smiled and looked at the flowers Li Yaxi had brought. "Dad has a meeting this morning. If he knew you were coming, he would definitely cancel everything."

I don't know if it was because she was too thin or the hospital gown was too big, but it looked a bit empty. Her hair was probably shaved off, and she was wearing a thin woolen hat, which made her look even more fragile.

Hearing Cai Wenliang's words, she nodded to him, but finding nothing else to say, she turned her gaze to the window and stared blankly.

Cai Wenliang raised his hand, which was so thin it looked like only bones, and gently grasped Li Yaxi's hands.

"Xiao Xi, what happened? You look troubled. You can tell me. Even if I can't help, I'll be a good listener."

Li Yaxi looked at the hands that were holding her, hands that seemed like they would break at the slightest touch, and ultimately refrained from pulling them away.

Looking up at the person who looked nothing like him but shared the same blood, he felt a strange sense of reliance despite his resistance and rejection. This feeling was completely different from the one he had with Feng Zihao.

Feng Zihao gave him a sense of security, but that sense of security was like the wind, omnipresent yet impossible to grasp.

But the feeling he got from him and Cai Weisen was like that even though he hated the shackles that entangled and bound him, there was a sense of security that he could always stop and that he would never lose them no matter what happened.

Is this what family is? No matter how willful, how terrible, or how useless you are, you will never be abandoned.