Nine o'clock in the evening.
When Ji Ze returned to the dean's office, Zhou Wanyu was already asleep.
She lay on the sofa with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face.
Her brows were furrowed tightly, as if she were dreaming of something that frightened her.
"Hey, wake up." He gently touched her shoulder, trying to wake her up.
"No, don't kill me," she murmured, her brows furrowed with unconcealed sorrow.
Ji Ze stared at her intently. Why would such a young girl in the prime of her life have so many worries?
Who exactly is she?
At this moment, Zhou Wanyu opened her eyes, still half-asleep.
Before she could hide the sadness in her eyes, she met Ji Ze's scrutinizing gaze.
She quickly lowered her head, and when she looked up again, her eyes were clear. She then asked softly, "Are you off work?"
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine."
"Let's go then." Ji Ze took off his white coat, picked up his jacket and keys, and walked out.
Since she doesn't want to talk about it, then so be it. Everyone has their own secrets, and he doesn't need to pry.
Anyway, she's a stranger, and once she leaves, we won't have any further contact.
Ji Ze lived in a villa not far from the hospital.
It's only a five-minute walk.
On the way, Zhou Wanyu followed closely behind him.
Under the streetlights, his shadow was stretched long, giving the impression of great distance.
She just kept watching his shadow, unaware that the person in front of her had stopped.
Just as she was about to crash into it, a slender hand pressed against her forehead.
"Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
"Ah... what did you say?" She really didn't hear it.
"I said...it's nothing." I was going to ask her how long she planned to stay.
But seeing her clumsy way of using her cane, I couldn't bring myself to say those words.
The two continued walking forward, but Jize's pace slowed considerably.
Jize's residence, like him, was clean and tidy, with nothing superfluous.
"Apart from the first room on the second floor around the corner, you can choose any of the other rooms." After saying that, he went back to his room to wash up.
Looking at her heavy plaster cast and the stairs, Zhou Wanyu felt a sense of despair.
They didn't even bother to help carry her upstairs.
With no other option, she could only hold onto her crutch with one hand and grip the stair railing with the other, climbing upwards at a snail's pace.
In the master bedroom.
Ji Ze had just finished showering and came to the balcony wearing a bathrobe.
Just as I poured myself a glass of red wine, I heard Zhou Wanyu's voice from outside the door.
"Hey, are you asleep?"
The door opened, and the man, who had just finished showering, was still dripping wet from his hair.
Water droplets slid down his cheeks, flowed down his chest, and then continued downwards.
Zhou Wanyu's gaze followed the water droplets, a feeling of her blood surging.
Ji Ze leaned against the door frame, his voice low and husky, "Is it pretty?"
She nodded subconsciously.
"So you called me out just to see what I look like after I've taken a shower?"
"Of course not, I have a habit of eating late-night snacks, and I wanted to ask if you want some."
Zhou Wanyu quickly turned her head away, waiting for his reply.
"This is the first time I've ever seen someone cook with a cast on their arm."
"No, you do it."
"Say it again?"
"I am the injured person, and you are the perpetrator. Isn't it your duty to take care of me?"
Ji Ze had an urge to kick her out.
But I still held back.
She had been waiting in the hospital for so long; perhaps she was really hungry.
"Wait."
He closed the door, changed into simple home clothes, and then rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.
When he's not busy, he'll cook himself some simple meals.
But it's too late today, and we don't have enough ingredients, so we can only make something simple.
Half an hour later.
Two bowls of light egg noodles were placed on the table.
Zhou Wanyu pursed her red lips slightly. How come there wasn't a single piece of meat?
He doesn't seem like someone who's in such a difficult situation.
"Hello......"
“My name is Ji Ze, not Wei.” He lowered his head and began to eat his noodles.
"Ji Ze, can I talk to you about something?"
"explain."
"We've made up now, right? Can you help me remove the cast?"
Zhou Wanyu stretched her legs; the feeling of being restrained was really uncomfortable.
Ji Ze paused, his chopsticks stilling, his eyes turning slightly cold. "You really think I put a cast on you to get revenge?"
"Isn't that so?"
She also looked at the wound; it was clearly just a scratch, with barely any blood.
Wasn't it because she clung to him that he deliberately retaliated?
"You injured your leg about two weeks ago, and it sometimes hurts when you walk fast."
"How did you know?" she asked in surprise, biting her chopsticks.
She had never mentioned this to anyone, so how did he find out?
"You have a minor fracture in your shinbone. If you don't get a cast soon, your leg will be completely useless."
"So that's how it is." Zhou Wanyu looked full of regret and didn't know what to say for a moment.
She was being petty, and a sense of guilt welled up inside her.
"Um, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." She owed Jize an apology.
"It's alright, I'm full, please enjoy your meal."
Ji Ze put down his chopsticks and went back to his room.
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