Song Yu was sweating from the pain and his forehead was burning. After feeling the cool touch, he came back to his senses a little. He slowly opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils were misty and confused, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him.

The darkness outlined the shape of Xie Sui's body, which was familiar and reassuring. "Xie Sui." He called softly.

Xie Sui placed her cold fingers on his forehead, leaned down, and said in a low voice: "Are you having a fever?"

It seemed like a soft question, but also like a faint soliloquy.

Song Yu was so sick that he was confused and said in a muffled voice, "Yeah." But he still protested for himself and said, "I won't go to the hospital." He hated hospitals.

Xie Sui's gaze fell heavily on him.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "Okay, let's not go to the hospital. Let's go home first."

Xie Sui leaned over, put his arms around Song Yu's waist, and picked him up.

The moment he held her in his arms.

Song Yu was stunned. The tip of her nose was filled with the delicate scent of laundry detergent. Through her clean clothes, her ears were pressed against Xie Sui's chest, and she could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat.

The darkness and fever put the five senses into a contradictory state - sometimes drowsy, and sometimes magnified to be extremely clear. For example, now, it was like throwing a big stone into his turbid consciousness, shocking him so much that his limbs went numb and his boiling blood turned cold for a second.

Song Yu stretched out his hand to push, but his whole body was as weak as water and he couldn't push at all.

Even because of the excessive emotional fluctuations, the subsequent fatigue came over like a tide.

He could only grab Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers, like a drowning person.

"No, it's too embarrassing to hold me. I'll go by myself."

He muttered. Under the black hair damp with sweat, the ears were white and red, making one want to take a bite.

The rain outside has slowed down.

Xie Sui felt like he was holding a hot body, burning his heart. Every word of the weak voice of the person in his arms stirred his nerves.

But he never knew that Song Yu was most troubled when he was sick. Like a wild cat, it refuses to put away its claws even when it is sick.

The panic and anger that had been suppressed all the way to the search surfaced in my heart.

His expression was cold and his voice was icy.

"How do you get there? Crawl back?"

Song Yu had never been treated so harshly by Xie Sui before. After a moment of shock, a deep well of grievances surged into his heart.

I felt even worse when I thought about how I had just told 008 that I liked him.

Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu are soul mates.

What kind of scumbag is he in love with?

Song Yu felt very uncomfortable: "Don't worry about it, I'll walk with my legs."

When he opened his mouth, his voice stunned even himself. She was soft and weak, with a strong sense of grievance and anger, just like she was acting like a spoiled child.

He had a fever and was mad at himself.

Who are you acting cute with?

Song Yu used a little more force to pull the clothes with his fingers, and was so angry that he kept kicking and scratching in his arms several times.

Xie Sui was stunned for a long time, feeling sorry for his hoarse voice.

All of a sudden, all emotions collapsed.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sickly boy. Helplessness and heartache finally prevailed.

Xie Sui had liked him for such a long time and they were together day and night, so of course she knew his emotions very well.

She used her fingers to push his wet black hair behind his ears and whispered, "If you want to leave by yourself, then I am useless. This is not how the plot should develop."

His gentle gesture dissipated some of Song Yu's anger.

What's the plot? My head was dizzy and my thoughts were simple, so I was confused by his words.

As soon as her ears moved, she was led away by him.

Xie Sui's voice was so gentle in the night that it carried a bewitching power: "In the dark and gloomy classroom, the hero who awakened the heroine. Do you remember?"

"You are so scared, and I feel so bad for you."

"It's a rainy day, two people."

Okay, stop talking.

Song Yu wanted to raise her hand to cover his mouth, but she was exhausted.

Xie Sui chuckled, "Director Song." He leaned over and breathed into his ear, "Did you arrange tonight as the beginning of our love?"

Director Song: “…”

There is no point in making excuses.

He buried his head in Xie Sui's arms in despair, which was so embarrassing. Only the back of his head and his red and shiny ears were exposed. Completely gave up the desire to struggle. Being held in one's arms was nothing compared to this.

This is the only way to be content.

After he calmed down, he fell into a deep sleep in Xie Sui's arms.

Xie Sui brought him home, simply changed his clothes, prepared some antipyretic medicine, and fed him one mouthful at a time.

He didn't know whether Song Yu had a simple fever or a recurrence of an old illness. He didn't dare to leave all night, and quietly watched his sleeping face with deep eyes.

Under the desk lamp, the boy's face was no longer flushed, but like thin ice and snow, fragile and pale.

Xie Sui had very light sleep for a long period of time in his previous life, and insomnia became a habit, so now he sat quietly until midnight without feeling sleepy at all.

The rain was still falling outside, and his thoughts were stretched to a very long extent.

I remembered the despair that overwhelmed me like a tide in the haunted house, and the tombstones in the black rain.

"water……"

Song Yu murmured softly, bringing him back to his senses.

The boy's eyelashes trembled, his brows furrowed uncomfortably, and he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

Xie Sui stood up to pour some water, and came back to hold his hand with her fingers. She had never taken care of anyone so gently and attentively before.

After drinking the water, the burning feeling in my throat was relieved.

Song Yu's brows slowly relaxed, his body completely powerless, but he didn't feel as uncomfortable as he did in the auditorium. His eyelashes slowly rose, and he looked at Xie Sui's profile in a half-asleep state. The light flows across the cold white skin, and the eyebrows and eyes are as cold as before.

The room was comfortable, the bed was soft, but not his.

So he occupied Xie Sui's bed again?

Song Yu opened his eyelids with difficulty, but then forced them shut again.

The tiredness penetrated every inch of his bones. He muttered, "You come up and sleep with me."

Xie Sui was stunned, feeling both amused and helpless. Does he know what he is talking about? It’s just that the night was too gentle, and so was his heart, gently kissing the boy’s closed eyes and brows.

"good."

In his previous life, Xie Sui was a person with a strong sense of personal territory. He demanded absolute silence for everything, and the slightest movement would make him highly alert, including the breathing of others, with the exception of Song Yu.

It seemed like they slept in the same bed like this when they were kids.

Manor, midsummer night, cool breeze, and the boy's milky scent.

The lights were turned off and the room was silent.

Song Yu's fever seemed to have subsided.

The more this happened, the more Xie Sui wondered - what exactly was wrong with him?

"Yu Yu." He called softly.

Song Yu was already fast asleep.

Xie Sui smiled to himself in the darkness, not knowing what he was laughing at. He closed his eyes and fell into a dream for the first time.

The memory is stretched out, with vines climbing up the mountain, the black and flaky iron gate, a big black dog barking madly, and the fragrance of the orchard wafting for miles. The boy sitting on the iron gate under the blue sky and white clouds has thin and white legs and clear and bright eyes. He was panicked and scared, and even if he turned around and begged him to catch him, he could still make him depressed with his excellent verbal skills.

"Why?"

"I heard that I like you very much?"

“That can also be considered a reason.”

"How come I don't know?"

"Ha... isn't it said that those who are in the know are often confused?"

Those who are involved are often confused.

He thought, even in his previous life, he must have fallen in love with Song Yu when he was a child.

Childhood sweethearts, falling in love for the first time.

When we meet again after growing up, it will be the long-planned and silent pursuit, but I don’t know... whether I will catch up.

The next day was Saturday. Song Yu took some antipyretics and slept until noon. When he woke up, the feeling of depression from last night was gone.

He is in good health. The reason why he felt so uncomfortable last night was probably because of that dream. Just like the dream he lost that night, waking up felt as uncomfortable as drowning.

The painful and anxious feelings disappeared, but the memories were not erased.

He still remembered the conversation with 008, and the memory that caused him great pain.

The clearest scene is the syringe that was stepped on.

After he woke up, he came to his senses, rolled up his sleeves blankly, and looked at his white arms - so in his previous life, he was injected with alcohol and killed? This thought floated in his mind, and Song Yu turned pale instantly. It's not fear, it's confusion.

Who is it? The warehouse was too dark and the dream was bizarre. All I remember was the heart-wrenching conversation. He seemed to be in hell because of Xie Sui's sin. From the sound of his voice, he sounded like Qin Mo - paranoid and crazy. He would drag the person he couldn't get into hell with him? He is worthy of his character in the book.

I remember Xie Sui called him at that time.

In the end, will Xie Sui feel particularly guilty about this incident?

My best childhood friend suffered because of me.

"Eat something now that you're awake." Xie Sui walked in and opened the door and said calmly.

He has handsome eyebrows and a voice as cold as a spring.

Song Yu was stunned, looked at him, and immediately lowered his head.

"oh."

Song Yu gets a headache when she sees him now.

Especially after I confessed to 008 yesterday that I had a crush on him, I didn’t know how to face it.

It was as if a breakthrough had been opened in his mind, giving rise to a host of thoughts that made him a mess. If it weren't for the words of 008, the artificial idiot, he would definitely not be so conflicted.

What is a soul mate?

Who is Zhao Ziyu? Can he please show up soon?

But this man named Zhao was a thorn in his heart, and he wished he could pull it out and bite it off.

Song Yu scratched his hair in frustration, put on his shoes and went to wash up. This was not the first time he had stayed overnight at Xie Sui's place, so of course he had everything. While brushing his teeth, Song Yu stared at himself in the mirror, thinking about 008's nonsense, "Same gifted child, same excellence, same intelligence".

Mouth full of bubbles, thoughts wandering.

Come on, isn’t the handsome boy in the mirror excellent and smart? Why are they a couple? Just because Zhao Ziyu is the chosen one, he is the condemned one. Aren’t they both sons of heaven?

Song Yu pursed his lips, exuding a gloomy and irritable aura.

I was brushing my teeth numbly. I had just woken up and didn't have much in my mind, I just felt very confused.

Wait until he sits down at the table. Then he suddenly widened his eyes, took a breath of cold air, and gnashed with hatred. He stuck his chopsticks into the bowl.

It was Qin Mo who trapped him in the auditorium last night!