The air in the ward seemed to be soaked in the sweet aroma of mung beans and the silently flowing warmth, becoming particularly soft.
Ye Qingliu quietly finished the last bite of the pastry. His slender fingers picked up a tissue and wiped off every trace of icing and crumbs that might have stained his fingertips with great care. His movements were filled with a sense of neatness that was ingrained in his bones.
The plate was as clean as new, as if the small piece of mung bean cake had never existed.
He put down the tissue, and his gray-blue eyes calmly swept across Sun Guixiang's face with a satisfied smile. Without saying a word, he nodded slightly, as a response to the silent and great joy.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting a warm spot of light on his handsome profile and illuminating the barely perceptible, faint blue shadow under his eyes.
Sun Guixiang was immersed in a great warmth, chattering about Xiao Shitou's recent interesting stories, saying that the doctor praised her good recovery, and that the pot of green radish on the windowsill of the ward had sprouted new buds...
Her words flowed like a trickle of water in the quiet ward, carrying the unique rhythm and warmth of an elderly person.
She didn't notice that under the boy sitting opposite her, who was listening attentively, a very subtle trace of fatigue was quietly spreading, like the mist in early winter.
Ye Qingliu was still sitting upright in the armchair, his back straight, his hands casually resting on the armrests. His gray-blue eyes, through the lenses, fell quietly on Sun Guixiang's face, as if he was still listening attentively.
However, the usual sharp luster in the depths of his eyes, like that of a precision instrument, faded away quietly without him noticing, and was covered with a layer of haziness like a veil.
His straight back leaned back almost imperceptibly and extremely slowly, and he leaned slightly against the back of the comfortable chair.
This subtle change made him less cold and sharp, and more relaxed, which was hardly noticeable.
The fingertips on the armrest curled up slightly unconsciously, then slowly relaxed.
The sky outside the window seemed darker, the clouds thicker. The constant heat in the ward and Sun Guixiang's gentle voice intertwined into an invisible, drowsy web.
Sun Guixiang was just talking about how Little Shitou had won a little red flower at school and had happily put it on the wall at home...
In the intervals of her narration with a smile, the corner of her eye inadvertently swept across Ye Qingliu.
At that moment, her voice stopped abruptly and her cloudy eyes suddenly widened.
Ye Qingliu...fell asleep.
He leaned quietly against the back of his chair, his head tilted slightly to one side, resting his head on the soft curve of the chair. His thin silver-rimmed glasses were still perched on his high nose, but the gray-blue eyes behind the lenses were now tightly closed.
The long eyelashes were like crow feathers, casting two small, thick shadows under the eyelids, covering the pair of eyes that were always calm and seemed to see through everything.
He fell asleep.
This realization was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing huge ripples in Sun Guixiang's heart.
This child who was always as tall and straight as a pine tree, as calm as the abyss, and who controlled enormous power, actually fell asleep defenselessly amid the nagging of this old woman?
She held her breath, not daring to even breathe, for fear that the slightest sound would disturb this incredible tranquility.
She looked at him carefully.
The sleeping Ye Qingliu shed all his cold and aloof disguises, revealing an almost fragile youthfulness.
Her thin lips, which were usually tightly pursed with a barely noticeable sharpness, were now slightly relaxed. The color of her lips was a light cherry pink, making her look exceptionally soft.
The jawline was still smooth and graceful, but it looked extra soft because all defenses had been removed.
He breathed evenly and shallowly, his chest rising and falling slightly with each breath, the rhythm of which was as slow and gentle as the lazy afternoon tide.
The sunlight shifted, and spots of light fell on his soft black short hair, dancing with tiny golden lights.
Sun Guixiang's eyes fell on the dark gray turtleneck sweater he was wearing, which was of fine texture but slightly thin.
Although the ward is warm, it is easy to catch a cold if you sleep like this.
She remembered that when he came in, he was wearing a black tweed jacket, which was now casually draped over the back of the chair.
A thought suddenly came to her mind, too strong for her to ignore.
She carefully and slowly lifted the blanket from her legs, her skinny fingers trembling slightly with nervousness.
She held onto the edge of the bed and very slowly and silently moved out of it, her feet making no sound on the soft carpet.
Ye Qingliu was still sleeping, breathing steadily, unaware of anything.
He tilted his head slightly, and a few unruly strands of black hair fell down in front of his forehead, gently resting on his smooth forehead and the frames of his silver-rimmed glasses, adding a bit of harmless childishness to him that he would never have in his daily life.
Sun Guixiang's heart was beating fast. She held her breath, reached out her hand, and very slowly, as if touching the most fragile treasure in the world, gently pinched the collar of the black tweed jacket draped over the back of the chair.
The fabric was slightly cool to the touch, with a fine and smooth texture, and carried the unique, crisp and clean cool cedar scent of a young man.
She lifted her coat carefully, her movements as gentle as if she were lifting a feather.
Then, she leaned forward slightly, and with an almost pious tenderness, she slowly and steadily covered Ye Qingliu's slightly curled up body with the coat that carried the lingering warmth of the boy's body.
The large coat fell, instantly enveloping his thin shoulders and upper body. The soft cashmere edge at the collar fit perfectly against his slightly chilled neck.
At the moment the coat fell——
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