Chapter 25 "Goodnight."
Chu Yi almost half dragged and half carried Qi Yuan into the apartment, settled him on the bed, poured him a glass of water and placed it on the bedside, and after making sure that he would not vomit or fall off the bed for a while, he turned off the lights and left with a little fatigue.
It was already late at night, the streets deserted and silent. It was nearly two in the morning when Chu Yi arrived at his door. Before he could even open it, a crisp message chime rang from his pocket. In the complete silence of the night, it was remarkably clear.
Chu Yi paused. It was so late, who could it be?
He took out his cell phone, and the screen lit up in the darkness, the cold white light reflected on his slightly tired face.
The notification bar shows that there is a new WeChat message.
The sender's name made Chu Yi slightly stunned.
Z.AI
It’s Zhou Ai.
Chu Yi's fingertips paused for a moment on the cold screen.
He unlocked the screen and clicked on the message.
The conversation interface popped up, with a new message at the bottom, and the sending time was shown to be just one minute ago.
The content is very short, only three words:
ZA I: Arrived home?
There were no emoticons or small talk, just a direct question.
It seemed like some kind of confirmation, but also like... just a message spoken casually, perhaps even on the spur of the moment due to the influence of alcohol.
Chu Yi stood in the quiet corridor. The sensor light went out quietly because of his long period of stillness. Only the light from his mobile phone screen illuminated his drooping eyelashes and slightly pursed lips.
He raised his finger, paused for a moment in the reply box, and finally typed out a concise reply: Well, just arrived.
The message was sent successfully.
Almost in the next second, the "ZA I" at the top immediately changed to "The other party is typing..."
Chu Yi's heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat in the silent night.
The sensor light came on again, and soft light fell down, stretching out his figure standing alone in front of his house.
Chu Yi looked at the flashing sensor light, and it seemed as if there was a string in his brain pulling at his peripheral nerves, causing an inexplicable illusion.
——— Zhou Ai seemed to be waiting for news from him.
Chu Yi looked at the prompt that said "The other party is typing...", and before his heartbeat had subsided, the phone rang again.
A new message pops up.
Still from ZA I.
But this time, it wasn't words, it was a picture.
Chu Yi paused his fingertips slightly and clicked on the large picture.
A high-definition, almost face-to-face selfie instantly filled the entire screen.
The light in the photo seemed to come from a warm bedside lamp, softly shining on Zhou Ai's face.
He must have just returned home, perhaps even freshly washed. His silver-gray hair was slightly damp, with a few strands drooping unruly, slightly covering his brow. But he didn't look at the camera. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, exposing the left corner of his forehead completely to the light.
Zhou Ai's skin looked delicate under the warm light, but what was more eye-catching was the location of the wound on her forehead that had once been sutured.
Now there is only a very thin, light-colored line left there, which almost blends into the surrounding skin and requires very careful observation to be distinguishable.
The focus of the photo was extremely accurate, so clear that even the fine hairs on his skin and the end of the almost invisible scar were clearly visible.
His jawline is taut and his Adam's apple is slightly protruding. This angle perfectly highlights his superior bone structure and smooth lines.
His long and thick eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyelids, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment, but it inexplicably added a sense of concentration, or even... piety?
This photo was taken too directly, even with a kind of reckless aggressiveness, magnifying his stunning beauty and the almost disappeared scar at the same time, presenting it to Chu Yi's eyes.
Chu Yi's breathing stopped almost imperceptibly.
Immediately afterwards, a text message from Zhou Ai popped up below the picture.
ZA I: Doctor Chu, your skills are really great.
After this message, there was perhaps only a second before another message came.
ZA I: The suturing technique is excellent. There is no scar at all.
The prompt "The other party is typing..." disappeared.
The conversation interface fell silent, leaving only the powerful close-up selfie and the two sentences that were subtly ambiguous and quickly self-explanatory.
Chu Yi stood there in a daze, the light from his cell phone screen illuminating his slightly widened eyes and a look of astonishment.
He looked at the almost perfect healing area that was specially displayed in the photo, and then looked at the two lines of words.
Is Zhou Ai... showing him the healing progress?
The sensor lights in the corridor went out again due to the silence. Chu Yi stood in the darkness, with only the light from his mobile phone screen illuminating his face.
He subconsciously raised his finger, with his fingertip hovering above the reply box, but he didn't know what to type.
Standing in the dark corridor, Chu Yi stared at the two shocking photos and text for a few seconds, and finally put away his phone and opened the door.
The room was completely silent. He changed his shoes, hung up his coat, and went straight into the bathroom.
The warm water washed away the fatigue of the night and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and my mind gradually withdrew from the subtle shock just now.
Chu Yi picked up his phone again when he walked out of the bathroom, wiping his wet hair with a towel.
Looking at the brief conversation interface with Zhou Ai, especially the last two comments about "technology", Chu Yi felt that out of politeness, he should reply.
He thought for a moment, then typed a line of words on the screen with his fingertips. His tone was professional and restrained, maintaining just the right sense of distance.
Meteorite: It's recovering well. This is a normal healing process. Thank you for your trust.
【Meteorite】: Good night.
He clicked send. He put his phone on the bedside table and prepared to rest.
On the other side, in Zhou Ai's apartment, he was indeed waiting for a reply as Chu Yi vaguely felt.
The aftereffects of alcohol make the body feel a little lazy, but the brain is unusually active.
Zhou Ai casually sprawled on her spacious bed, her phone screen lit, its interface frozen on the chat box with Chu Yi. Unconsciously, she bit the edge of her thumbnail with her teeth, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were pondering some problem, or perhaps simply waiting in a daze.
There was only a dim wall lamp on in the room, enveloping him in a soft and quiet glow.
Time passed by minute by minute, and no new prompts appeared on the screen.
That inexplicable feeling of anxiety began to gnaw at him again, and he cared more about the delayed reply than he had expected.
Just when he almost thought that the other party would not reply or had fallen asleep, the phone finally vibrated.
Zhou Ai picked up the phone almost immediately.
Seeing the official yet distant words "thank you for your trust", he curled his lips, seeming a little dissatisfied.
But when his eyes fell on the last two words, he stopped biting his nails.
good evening.
A very simple, very conventional closing statement.
But in Zhou Ai's eyes at this moment, it seemed to be given a different meaning.
Those eyes that always seemed a little distant or playful suddenly seemed to be filled with tiny starlight, which was astonishingly bright.
His tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth lifted uncontrollably, forming a sincere, even silly smile.
I am overjoyed.
This word is the most appropriate to describe his mood at the moment.
He replied immediately, his fingers moving so fast that it seemed like he didn't need to think:
ZA I: Good night.
It wasn't enough to just send it. Zhou Ai held the phone in her hand, feeling that she had no way to vent the sudden excitement.
At this moment, he felt refreshed, energetic and not sleepy at all.
He walked to the dressing mirror and looked at himself in the mirror with clear eyes and a smile on his lips. Suddenly, he picked up his mobile phone on a whim, found an angle with excellent lighting, and faced the camera again.
This time, Zhou Ai did not deliberately show her forehead, but just took a photo in front of the mirror casually, even a little lazily.
Her wet silver-gray hair draped over her forehead, and her eyes seemed much softer because of her smile, less aggressive than usual and more gentle.
He logged onto Weibo and, without hesitation, selected this freshly taken selfie, captioning it with just two simple words:
"good evening."
Click Send.
Almost instantly, likes and comments began to pour in under this Weibo post.
Fans are all exclaiming "Brother is actually giving out benefits!"
"Late-night beauty attack!" "Good night, good night!", everyone guessed why he was in such a good mood today.
Zhou Ai didn't look at the overwhelming comments and likes.
He simply returned to the WeChat interface and looked at the "Good night" sent by Chu Yi, lying there quietly. His fingers unconsciously stroked the screen, and the smile in his eyes lingered for a long time.
This night seemed to be particularly different because of these two words.
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