Chapter 131
In the early morning, an electric nursing bed was placed in the center of a VIP single ward.
By the window, a comfortable sofa and coffee table set is provided for visitors to take a short break.
Song Yun, who was lying in bed, had just recovered from a low-grade fever. He sat up, wearing a loose white hospital gown, and had a white IV patch on the back of his hand, which was resting on the bedding.
Her soft, chestnut-colored curly hair was messy, and her skin was as delicate as the finest porcelain, radiating a soft glow without a single flaw.
His captivating eyes lowered, as if he were confused, wondering why he was here.
Jiang You pushed open the door to the VIP private room and saw the soft and obedient Song Yun, tilting her head and thinking about something. She looked like an angel, so cute that it melted Jiang You's heart.
Upon seeing her, Song Yun blinked, then, remembering something, hurriedly threw off the covers and hid under the bed against the wall.
Jiang You: "???"
"Song Yun, what are you doing?" She walked around the bed to Song Yun, who was squatting down. "What's wrong?"
Song Wenxi didn't say that her brother's brain was fried, did she?
Song Yun slightly raised his eyes, and seeing the hand that was reaching out to him, along with the worried look in his eyes, he couldn't help but place his hand on it.
Jiang You gently pulled, and Song Yun stood up, obediently letting her lead him.
After settling Song Yun into a chair, Jiang You opened the breakfast and pushed it towards him: "Your sister asked me to bring this over."
She has to go to school tomorrow and leave at noon. Song Wenxi asked her to check on her brother before she left.
Song Yun stared quietly at her face with her brown eyes until Jiang You, feeling puzzled, finally spoke up: "What's wrong?"
The boy pursed his lips, shrugged dejectedly, and buried his head deep in his hands: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
I don't want to cause trouble for Youyou, but he himself is a troublesome person.
This time, she was also implicated, which made him feel deeply powerless.
He couldn't bear to leave Youyou, but staying by her side would only cause her trouble.
I think about how Youyou is disgusted with him, how she hates herself for me, and how she's wasting her time.
“Indeed, you climbed the mountain while injured…” Jiang You said.
Song Yun lowered her head even further, her eyes slightly reddened, and her fingers unconsciously picked at themselves.
“But we are friends. I believe that even if I get injured, you will come down the mountain, so don’t blame yourself too much.”
“I know I’m a burden. If it weren’t for my sister’s help, I wouldn’t even be qualified to be by your side.”
No...
“I’m a weirdo, a weirdo who can’t get better no matter what,” Song Yun muttered to himself, seemingly trapped in the illusion that he was a troublesome person.
Mental illness is not a personality problem; it is caused by neurotransmitter imbalances, changes in brain structure, abnormalities in the immune system, etc.
Song Yun wanted to get better more than anyone else, but his body wouldn't allow it.
My sister must be fed up with it too, and so must Youyou. Nobody likes a nuisance.
The ward fell silent. Jiang You looked at Song Yun for a long time before letting out a soft sigh: "So this is how annoying it is to see yourself from another perspective."
Song Yun looked up in confusion, her eyes still wet with tears.
"I mean you're a lot like me, I mean in terms of personality, you're just as sensitive, conflicted, and prone to overthinking."
For example, if a bus is packed and there's an empty seat next to hers that no one is sitting in, she might wonder if something is wrong with her.
She's not there when we're sharing snacks; the door slams too loudly; she overthinks even the most casual remark from someone.
Her preference for Song Yun stemmed from seeing that insecure part of herself; it was a form of self-favoritism.
“No, Youyou isn’t like that,” Song Yun said, feeling a pang of bitterness rising in her heart as she looked at Jiang You’s self-deprecating expression.
"But that's just how I am. When I caught a cold, I thought I wouldn't delay the group's progress, so I forced myself to go to the meeting and go out to find information. You might think it's because I don't want to cause trouble for others, but what's the reality? From the moment you catch a cold, you've already become a problem. Others not only have to spare energy to take care of you and care about your health, but they also have to worry about whether they will infect you."
"Saying you don't want to delay the group's progress is just for your own peace of mind. So explaining your situation from the beginning and taking a break, then taking on more tasks once you're better, is the right approach."
Although this incident is not the same as Song Yun climbing the mountain while injured, they are very similar.
"Then when others take care of you, you get caught up in causing trouble and internal conflict, even though they don't dislike you because of this."
Song Yun pursed her lips, and Jiang You took a deep breath: "Also, is Xia Bei your father? Or do you have a good relationship with him? Or are your sister and I really bad to you? You don't believe your sister and me, but you believe Xia Bei?"
"Song Yun, I'll say it again, I don't dislike you, nor do I think you're a nuisance. On the contrary, knowing you, a handsome and talented artist, satisfies my vanity, you know?"
"Song Yun, I don't like you like this now. I liked the way you played straight from the beginning."
Did you like him at the beginning? Song Yun's long, raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked extremely beautiful as he pondered.
Suddenly, his eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Jiang You and said earnestly, "Can I kiss you? Like, sticking out my tongue."
Jiang You was taken aback, then realized what he meant and said, "Song Yun, to be honest, I don't mind kissing you, but I can't give you a formal title. In fact, even your feelings for me aren't real."
Song Yun leaned closer and stroked her cheek with one hand. The girl looked at him and her eyelashes trembled. He said softly, "I don't care."
He held her lower lip in his mouth, saying, "Without Youyou, I might have died long ago."
Jiang You tightened his grip, finally holding onto Song Yun's clothes, and returned the kiss.
Time flew by and it was noon.
"Song Yun, I'm going back to school. See you there when you're healed."
"Okay, goodbye," Song Yun stood to the side, quietly and obediently watching Jiang You leave.
This time, there was no separation anxiety, because he knew that Jiang You had feelings for her.
He needs to recover well and return to Youyou's side.
Song Wenxi, standing to the side: Tsk, brother is a mistress for love.
Although she was the one who initially made her brother the mistress, it doesn't mean he'll be the mistress forever!
However, Song Yun turned around and returned to the ward in a good mood.
Never mind, as long as I'm alive, it's not a big deal.
Song Wenxi stretched at the hospital entrance, and her eyes inadvertently glanced at the sky above her, which was a clear, spotless blue after the rain.
She was taken aback for a moment, then broke into a big smile, and the gloom between her brows lessened somewhat.
My brother survived.
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