Chapter 22
When I woke up again, I still saw the white ceiling in front of me, but it was no longer the one in the school hospital. The lights were not on, so it was not dazzling.
Ji Ruan was stunned for only a moment, then, despite feeling dizzy, he immediately knocked on the bed to try to make some noise.
It seems I still can't hear clearly.
Ji Ruan felt a strong sense of fear in his heart and struggled to get up, but was pressed back by a pair of hands on his shoulders.
The temperature of those hands was very familiar, and the warmth that reached Ji Ruan's skin through the hospital gown made him feel at ease.
Gu Xiuyi's face appeared in front of him, with a straight nose and thin lips, and his expression was as calm as usual. He just gently rubbed his earlobe with his fingers and placed the external machine behind his ear.
When the sound filled his ears, Ji Ruan took a breath instinctively, and then he heard the sound of rain outside the window.
"Shh, it's okay," Gu Xiuyi put his hand on his ear, his voice clear and pleasant: "Can you hear me?"
The joy of regaining hearing was no less than that of being reborn. Ji Ruan felt a sore nose and said "hmm" tentatively.
He can hear his own voice too!
Ji Ruan glanced at him, what to do, so touched...I wanted to cry even more.
But he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Gu Xiuyi.
Seeing that he was about to cry, Gu Xiuyi couldn't help but laugh and sat down beside the bed: "Relax, don't cry."
Ji Ruan rubbed the tip of his nose, took a deep breath, and managed to calm down, but there was still some grievance in his words: "I couldn't hear before..."
He has been in this world for so long that he has become accustomed to hearing some vague sounds even without wearing an external device, and at least he can feel what he is saying.
But that day, when he opened his mouth, his vocal cords trembled. He should have been speaking very loudly, but there was no sound of his own in his ears. All he could hear was a deafening noise like a building collapsing.
"Were you scared? At that time?" Gu Xiuyi asked softly.
Ji Ruan looked at him quietly for a while, and did not choose to avoid it: "Of course."
The fear at that moment cannot be expressed in words, and I will never get used to it.
"Don't be afraid," Gu Xiuyi leaned over and gently tapped the protruding temporal bone behind Ji Ruan's right ear: "Did it hurt there at that time?"
His touch was very accurate. When the temperature of his fingertips fell behind his ear, it even caused a throbbing pain as if the spasm from yesterday had been awakened. Ji Ruan shuddered reflexively and closed his eyes: "Hmm... why is this happening?"
"You've had a cochlear implant," Gu Xiuyi took his hand back, "It was the severe tinnitus and neuralgia caused by the fever, and you're fine now."
"Really?" Ji Ruan opened his eyes, his eyes still a little vague.
When he suddenly lost his hearing, he thought there was something seriously wrong with his ears. He had already thought about having to undergo another surgery or becoming completely deaf and dumb for the rest of his life. Now when he thinks back on it, he feels a chill down his spine, but Gu Xiuyi sounded so relaxed when he said it.
"Don't let your imagination run wild." Gu Xiuyi seemed to see through his thoughts and curled his lips helplessly: "The doctor said it's not serious, but you should try to avoid getting sick or having a fever in the future. That kind of neuralgia is always bad for your health."
He said more seriously: "Do you understand?"
Ji Ruan hid his chin in the quilt, didn't say anything, but opened his eyes wide and nodded slightly.
But he didn't want to get sick. The sudden thunderstorm was not even mentioned in the weather forecast, and he couldn't predict it. After being caught in the rain, he took medicine at Gu Xiuyi's house. The next day, he wore long sleeves and took medicine on time, but he still couldn't avoid the fever.
Seeing that Ji Ruan seemed a little discouraged, Gu Xiuyi was silent for two seconds and then said, "Don't think about it. The doctor said that as long as your fever doesn't rise, you can be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon and go home for Mid-Autumn Festival."
"So fast?" Ji Ruan was surprised. His body had always been vulnerable to stress, so why was it so fast this time...
He pursed his lips: "But to be honest, I still feel a little weak now..."
Gu Xiuyi said calmly: "When did you stop being weak?"
Ji Ruan: “…”
That really hits the nail on the head.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Gu Xiuyi smiled and helped Ji Ruan sit up against the head of the bed: "How can you not feel weak after not eating for a day?"
He poured Ji Ruan a cup of warm water, and Ji Ruan drank it slowly in small sips. His dry throat suddenly encountered the warm water, and he felt a brief discomfort. He paused for two seconds and frowned, until the warm water thoroughly moistened his throat, and then he felt relieved.
Ji Ruan had injections on the back of both of his hands. One was currently receiving an IV drip, and the other bled a little when the needle was removed yesterday. It was still covered with adhesive tape, and the back of his hand was slightly swollen.
Gu Xiuyi's eyes fell on Ji Ruan's thin fingers, and neither of them spoke for a while.
The door of the ward was gently pushed open. Aunt Zhao carefully poked her head in and saw that Ji Ruan had woken up and sat up. She immediately smiled.
"How are you, Ruan Ruan, are you feeling better?" She walked in and put the thermal bag in her hand on the small table.
"It's okay." Ji Ruan raised her face and smiled at Aunt Zhao with curved eyes, "I just feel hungry."
"Oh, you're so good," Aunt Zhao giggled and opened the thermal bag: "I'm here to bring you food."
Ji Ruan's eyes immediately locked onto the thermos in the bag. He seemed to be able to smell the fragrance even without opening the lid.
"Are you so greedy?" Aunt Zhao was so amused by Ji Ruan's blank gaze that she took out a small bowl and scooped some.
It looked like just ordinary porridge, but it had a very rich aroma. The starving Ji Ruan wanted to swallow his saliva just by smelling it.
"The doctor said you need to eat something light now," Aunt Zhao handed the small bowl and spoon to Ji Ruan and sat down beside her. "But I think that drinking only porridge is not nutritious. Look, you are almost losing all the weight."
She half covered her mouth with a smile: "So, I mixed it with bone broth and minced meat. It smells so good! This is what people eat!"
After listening to this, Ji Ruan couldn't wait to scoop up a small spoonful, blew on it between his lips, and carefully put it into his mouth. The rich juice of bone broth and minced meat soaked the rice grains. Each soft grain of rice bloomed on the tip of his tongue. Ji Ruan squinted his eyes with great enjoyment.
What kind of folk cooking god is Aunt Zhao?
There was a lot of porridge in this pot, and Ji Ruan couldn't finish it all by herself. Gu Xiuyi looked at Ji Ruan's elegant and satisfied appearance while eating, and exchanged glances with Aunt Zhao.
Aunt Zhao understood what she meant and took out two other bowls from the bag and filled them with porridge. The lunch for the three of them became Ji Ruan's hospital meal.
When Ji Ruan was seriously ill, he needed to control his diet for a long time and could only eat tasteless meals every day.
At that time, eating was never a pleasant thing for Ji Ruan. The food tasted like wax and he would often vomit due to stomach pain.
When he was in a slightly better condition, his friends would come to visit him with barbecue and spicy hot pot. Ji Ruan would drink white porridge on the bed while they would eat and drink to their heart's content at the table.
It was so painful at that time that when Ji Ruan sees Gu Xiuyi drinking porridge with him and Aunt Zhao chatting and laughing, he feels as if he were in another world and hypocritically feels like it is some kind of belated comfort.
After dinner, Ji Ruan took a nap. He felt particularly happy during this nap. His stomach and heart felt warm, and he also had a beautiful dream.
In a half-asleep and half-awake state, it seemed as if someone touched his ear, with a palm covering his ear. The body temperature was much higher than Ji Ruan's, and the touch was very familiar.
The man was very close to him. Ji Ruan could almost feel the other person's breath tickling his earlobe, and then he said something, but he didn't hear it clearly.
"Xiao Ruan... Ruan Ruan... wake up."
It seemed like a long time had passed before someone patted his shoulder. Ji Ruan opened his eyes in a daze and saw Aunt Zhao's smiling eyes.
"Oh, you're sleeping so soundly," Aunt Zhao joked, rubbing Ji Ruan's face with the back of her hand: "Your face is red from sleeping. Did you have a sweet dream, Xiao Ruan?"
Ji Ruan shrank into the quilt, a little embarrassed: "I don't remember either..."
"Hahaha, you're still embarrassed. Come on," Aunt Zhao brushed Ji Ruan's hair, "Let's go home and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."
After a good sleep, Ji Ruan's fever completely subsided, and he didn't know when the IV drip on the back of his hand was removed.
He got up and washed up as Aunt Zhao had instructed, but when he came out of the bathroom he felt like something was missing and looked around.
Aunt Zhao was packing his clothes. Seeing this, she said, "Are you looking for Xiao Gu? He's gone to work again."
"Work again?" Ji Ruan was surprised: "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."
Aunt Zhao put the clothes that Ji Ruan needed to change on the bedside: "Isn't it? But he never really celebrates the holidays. I thought Xiao Gu would stay since you were at home this year, but he's still busy."
"Oh, I see..." Ji Ruan slowly sat down beside the bed.
"It's okay," Aunt Zhao smiled, "We can celebrate if he's not here. It's a pity that tomorrow is his birthday, and I don't know if he can come back..."
"Birthday?" Ji Ruan paused while holding the clothes: "He won't come back for his birthday tomorrow?"
Aunt Zhao sighed, "It's hard to say. My birthday this year happens to coincide with the Mid-Autumn Festival, what a great day. I wanted to make longevity noodles."
Ji Ruan lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously pinching her lower lip, her eyelashes fluttering, like a thoughtful doll.
Aunt Zhao thought his expression was very funny and tilted her head to look at him: "What are you thinking about, Ruan Ruan?"
"Ah?" Ji Ruan came back to his senses, put down his fingers, and licked his lips: "I was just thinking about what gift to prepare."
Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "As for gifts, the thought is the most important thing. He will like whatever you give him."
She picked up the bag and said, "Okay, I'll go out first. Once you change your clothes, we'll go home."
"Okay." Ji Ruan nodded.
After the door was closed, Ji Ruan did not change his clothes immediately, but sat on the edge of the bed in the same posture, still looking very troubled.
It was Gu Xiuyi's birthday, and it happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Gu Xiuyi had been very nice to him these days. Although it was not certain whether he would come back tomorrow, Ji Ruan insisted that he had to prepare something to show his appreciation.
But what should I give?
Mr. Gu had seen all kinds of gold, silver and treasures, but there was no point in spending money to buy them. Ji Ruan’s small treasury was not well-off to begin with.
What is there that doesn’t cost money and isn’t perfunctory?
Ji Ruan's eyes suddenly lit up and a smile appeared on his face. He went to the bedside, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Han Xiaolin.
·
The person who came to pick up Ji Ruan was still the cheerful Uncle Zhang, who started to ask about Ji Ruan's well-being when he saw him.
Ji Ruan smiled and responded, then fastened his seat belt and said, "Uncle Zhang, can you stop at the gate of my school later?"
When Gu Xiuyi took Ji Ruan away from the school clinic, he took her directly to the nearest tertiary hospital to Peking University. Now, when he returns to the villa, he will pass by the main gate of Peking University.
Uncle Zhang started the car and said cheerfully, "No problem."
Aunt Zhao put a thin blanket on Ji Ruan's legs and asked, "Is there anything else at school?"
"No," Ji Ruan pulled up the blanket, "I just asked my classmates to bring something out for me."
Aunt Zhao nodded in understanding and didn't ask any more questions.
When Ji Ruan arrived at school, Han Xiaolin was already waiting at the school gate. Seeing Ji Ruan, he handed over the bag in his hand.
"How come you didn't forget to take someone else's shirt with you when you went home on vacation?" Han Xiaolin joked.
“Don’t be poor.”
Ji Ruan opened the bag and took a look. Gu Xiuyi's shirt was placed inside safely. He reached out and touched it. It was dry. It seemed that it was the right decision for him to change it and wash it when he got home that night, otherwise the shirt he had worn would still be in the bag now.
"Are you okay?" Han Xiaolin asked again.
"Everything is fine," Ji Ruan smiled, "So you are discharged from the hospital now, right?"
Han Xiaolin sighed and shook his head: "I think your complexion is still normal, and your body is too weak."
Ji Ruan sighed: "It's innate, it's not something I can decide."
Han Xiaolin pulled Ji Ruan's ear and took a look. He was still as handsome as ever, without any change: "It is said that you couldn't hear at that time, but I was scared."
Seeing that Han Xiaolin was indeed worried, Ji Ruan felt warm in his heart: "I'm fine——"
"I was thinking, if you really can't hear, doesn't that mean you can't speak either? Then how can we communicate? We can't just type all the time. Do I have to learn sign language just for you?" Han Xiaolin put his hands in his pockets and said in distress, "Fortunately you can hear again, otherwise I would really have to reconsider our friendship."
Ji Ruan's words got stuck in his throat. The warmth in his heart turned into indifference. He took the bag and threw it at Han Xiaolin who was talking nonsense: "Break up with me! Bad guy!"
Ji Ruan is really the most delicate friend Han Xiaolin has ever had. Even when she curses someone, she just calls him "bad guy". Her voice is very limited and she can't produce high tones. She sounds like a lady from a noble family, or a little princess.
Han Xiaolin was so amused by his own imagination that he begged for mercy with a smile: "Princess, I was wrong. I won't break up with you. We will be good brothers forever!"
Ji Ruan gasped and coughed a few times, raised his hand to straighten the external machine behind his ear: "It's too late, the princess has a bad temper."
There is a certain elegance in her every move.
After he said that, he turned around and left holding the bag, leaving Han Xiaolin at the school gate laughing until he retched, and was avoided by other students who were on vacation.
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In the evening, after dinner, Ji Ruan asked Aunt Zhao for a sewing box and locked himself in the room.
Gu Xiuyi's shirt is the simplest style of white shirt, only the sleeves are a little different. The buttons are dark red, like blood beads or gems.
Ji Ruan looked the shirt up and down for a while, then found some dark green thread in the sewing box, threaded the needle, tied a knot, and embroidered a small pattern on the sleeves bit by bit.
Before he traveled through the book, his family had been doing Han embroidery for generations. As a family that inherited this traditional culture, Ji Ruan learned the craft since he was a child. Before he fell ill, he could embroider a whole set of wedding gown by himself. When his sister got married, the wedding dress was embroidered stitch by stitch by him and his mother.
Although her current body had never touched needles and thread and her hands were clumsy, it was more than enough for Ji Ruan to embroider a small pattern. She didn't even need to draw a pattern and could start embroidering directly.
That night, Gu Xiuyi still hadn't come back until Ji Ruan finished embroidering the shirt and hung it up.
The next day, Ji Ruan got up a little late. Aunt Zhao was still the only one in the living room. Needless to say, she knew that Gu Xiuyi had stayed outside all night.
Ji Ruan had long been accustomed to the days when Gu Xiuyi was not around. She would eat breakfast as usual, feed Xiao An, then accompany Aunt Zhao to buy groceries. When she came back, she learned how to make mooncakes from Aunt Zhao. In the evening, the two of them and the cat watched the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala together. It was actually quite fulfilling.
But after Aunt Zhao went to bed, the whole house became quiet and the lights dimmed. When Ji Ruan returned to his room, he suddenly felt empty while walking on the stairs.
This feeling of emptiness came quite suddenly, without any warning, and left people with no clue what to do.
Ji Ruan stood in the middle of the stairs, holding the handrail in a daze for a long time, then turned his head to look out the window.
An entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass provides an unobstructed view of the courtyard. The moon in the sky is particularly bright and round between the tree branches, sandwiched between clouds and mist, like a misty cold smoke.
For some unknown reason, Ji Ruan turned around, went downstairs and went to the yard.
The lawn in the yard was beautifully trimmed. In the middle, where the trees were not blocking the view, there was a round table and several stone benches. Sitting there, one could see the entire moon without any obstruction.
Ji Ruan tilted his head back, feeling as if the moon was about to fall on his face.
“Buzz——”
Han Xiaolin sent me a video. He was still hanging out in the business district. There were crowds of pedestrians on the street, all looking up at the moon.
Ji Ruan exited the chat interface, opened the camera and took a photo.
Compared with Han Xiaolin's bustling downtown area with its bright lights and nightlife, his place is much quieter. The dark sky, the silver moon and the treetops make up the entire picture.
Han Xiaolin teased him that he wanted to ask the moon about the wine.
Ji Ruan smiled, his fingertips stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and finally sent the picture to Gu Xiuyi.
The other party must have seen the message, as the words being typed appeared briefly on the dialog box, but there was no actual reply.
Ji Ruan thought he was still busy, so he put away his phone and lay on the table to continue admiring the moon.
Within two minutes, the sound of a car driving into the yard seemed to be heard outside. Ji Ruan listened for a while and saw a familiar black car parked outside the yard. As the car door opened and closed, the corner of Gu Xiuyi's clothes appeared and disappeared.
Ji Ruan sat up straight, leaning against the stone table, and turned his head to look. The iron gate was opened, and Gu Xiuyi's figure appeared in the distance, still in his neatly-made suit, with a straight back and a tall figure.
He also saw Ji Ruan, but was not surprised at all. He walked towards him with quick and steady steps, the corners of his clothes slightly lifted in the night breeze.
It was not until he stood in front of Ji Ruan that Ji Ruan could see his face clearly with the help of the moonlight. The light was dim, and his eyes seemed softer.
"Why are you outside alone?" Gu Xiuyi asked.
The night wind was very quiet, and when his voice reached Ji Ruan's ears, it was particularly clear.
Ji Ruan pointed to the sky and said, "I can't sleep, come out and look at the moon."
Gu Xiuyi was holding a cake box in his hand. The box was pure white and only decorated with a blue ribbon. It was very simple.
Ji Ruan was a little surprised. In his impression, Gu Xiuyi didn't seem like the kind of person who would buy a cake for himself for his birthday.
Would a businessman who only works for 365 days suddenly feel sentimental on his birthday night and want to celebrate for himself?
Gu Xiuyi gently placed the cake on the stone table, took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the moon in the sky, as if comparing something.
Ji Ruan saw the photo he had just sent on the screen.
"It still looks more beautiful with the naked eye," said Gu Xiuyi.
He seemed very relaxed at the moment, and his tone was casual and casual: "But when you sent the photo to me, I really thought it was the best."
He lowered his head to look at Ji Ruan, and the downward curve of the corners of his eyes seemed comfortable: "So it's because I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
No matter how beautiful a photo is, it is nothing more than flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, and can never compare to the scenes that can be seen, heard and touched in reality.
It was rare for Gu Xiuyi to be so sentimental. Ji Ruan also found it strange. He smiled, put his hands on the cake box, looked up at Gu Xiuyi, and whispered, "Happy birthday."
His voice was so soft that it fell on his ear like a feather in the wind.
Gu Xiuyi was stunned.
Ji Ruan stood up with a smile: "I prepared a gift for you, go get it now."
After saying that, without waiting for Gu Xiuyi's response, he walked straight to the gray staircase leading to the second floor. It was closer to the room, so Ji Ruan took a shortcut.
Gu Xiuyi stood there quietly, staring at Ji Ruan's figure in a daze for a while.
The gray staircase has a perfect curve, and there is a guide light hanging above every few steps.
Ji Ruan walked on it, just like the little prince in the fairy tale world, innocently heading towards his own utopia.
After a while, Gu Xiuyi slowly sat down on the stone bench and gently moved the blue ribbon on the cake box. When it rolled around his fingers, his fingertips felt numb.
When Ji Ruan came back, he was holding an ordinary paper bag in his hand and sat in front of Gu Xiuyi with a smile on his face.
"Open it and take a look." He pushed the bag in front of Gu Xiuyi.
Gu Xiuyi took out the things from inside as he was told, and looked them up and down in his hands: "My shirt?"
“…”
"No..." Ji Ruan coughed dryly: "Look carefully."
Gu Xiuyi smiled and found the sleeve accurately, looking at the pattern on it: "A tree?"
"Um."
Ji Ruan lay on the table with his arms folded, his chin resting on his arms. His eyes were beautiful in the moonlight. His look of absolute confidence in his own craftsmanship was particularly moving.
Gu Xiuyi touched it lightly with his fingertips. The needles were very fine and the tentacles were smooth. "What kind of tree is it?"
Ji Ruan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Guess?"
Gu Xiuyi looked at the tree carefully. It was small, but had lush branches and leaves. The leaves were slender and oval with pointed corners. One of the branches was tilted downward, as if something was falling underneath.
And below is the blood-red button, crystal clear and translucent, like a plump cherry that bends the branch.
It’s just that this cherry is too big compared to the size of the tree. It’s as if the entire tree used up all its nutrients to produce this cherry, so it is particularly plump and big. It must be a very sweet cherry.
Gu Xiuyi was amused by the child's fantastic idea: "Yeah, it's a very beautiful cherry tree."
Ji Ruan tilted his head and rested his cheek on his arm, and seemed to be in a good mood after being praised.
"But you can embroider?" Gu Xiuyi said, looking at the cherry tree carefully.
Ji Ruan hummed nonchalantly: "I know a lot, you just don't know it."
Gu Xiuyi smiled, put the shirt into the paper bag, and looked at Ji Ruan again with a focused expression: "Thank you, it's the best gift."
Ji Ruan curled the corners of his lips: "You're welcome."
Gu Xiuyi untied the blue ribbon and opened the white box: "Okay, now let's eat the cake."
The moment Ji Ruan saw the cake, he sat up straight, leaning against the table, a little surprised: "Cherries again?"
Inside the box is a cherry-shaped cake with two red balls connected by a stem, which looks very realistic.
"Well," Gu Xiuyi smiled helplessly, "Cherry has a meeting today."
In fact, Gu Xiuyi never celebrated his birthday, and he didn't think that birthdays were special days that needed to be commemorated.
The reason he bought this was purely because he happened to see an employee carrying a peach-shaped cake, which was almost exactly the same as the real thing. It then suddenly occurred to him that if he ordered a cherry one for Ji Ruan, the child would definitely like it.
The fact is, Ji Ruan liked it so much that his eyes were almost glued to it.
Gu Xiuyi laughed, grabbed the boy by the back of his collar to keep him away from the cake, took out a plastic knife to cut two cherries, put one of them on a paper plate and pushed it in front of Ji Ruan: "Eat it."
Ji Ruan took a bite very politely with a fork. The cream was fragrant and not greasy. The sweetness was not strong but lingered in the mouth for a long time.
He blinked in amazement: "So sweet..."
Gu Xiuyi also smelled that the air was sweet.
Ji Ruan swallowed the cake, looked at Gu Xiuyi and suddenly asked: "Did you talk to me when I was sleeping yesterday?"
"What?" Gu Xiuyi also took a bite of the cake. What was strange was that he obviously didn't like sweet food, but he thought today's cake was not sweet enough.
"It was in the hospital yesterday," Ji Ruan put down his fork, "Were you talking in my ear? It seemed like four words, but I didn't hear it clearly."
Gu Xiuyi should have remembered it. He ate the cake slowly with a smile on his face: "What do you think?"
Ji Ruan made a "tsk" sound and looked away: "Then I won't guess anymore."
"Okay, then I'll tell you." Gu Xiuyi gave up quickly: "I'll let you eat well."
He pinched Ji Ruan's chin: "You've lost weight."
Ji Ruan: “…”
"What..."
The words that he had been wondering about for a long time turned out to be meaningless. Ji Ruan was a little depressed and ate the cake in silence. Suddenly, he stopped and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Gu Xiuyi's expression froze, and he moved closer to feel the temperature of his neck: "Are you cold? Or feeling uncomfortable?"
"No..." Ji Ruan moved his hand away, with a complicated expression: "I forgot to let you blow out the candles and make a wish first."
He glanced at the table and saw that both of their cakes were already damaged and there was no way to put candles on them.
Gu Xiuyi was startled, then relaxed his back: "It's okay."
He didn't even celebrate his birthday, let alone something as trivial as blowing out the candles.
"That's not appropriate either." Ji Ruan always felt like he had ruined a perfect birthday and felt uncomfortable.
He took out a candle from the box and said, "How about this, I'll hold it for you, you make a wish and blow it out, is that okay?"
He was very serious when he said this, his hair that was blown by the wind blocked his eyes but he used his fingertips to push it away, revealing his eyebrows and eyes that were extremely clear.
Gu Xiuyi put his elbows on the stone table, and couldn't help laughing at his innocent look: "Why, are you a wishing elf, kid?"
"That's not the case," the child said honestly and modestly, "I've never had a birthday wish come true, but I still make it every year. It's just a ritual. Come on, do you have a lighter?"
Gu Xiuyi stared at him quietly for a long time, watching his hair swaying in the night wind and his slender white fingers.
"Okay." After a while, Gu Xiuyi took out a lighter.
“Click—”
The flame burst out and lit the candle.
Ji Ruan's eyebrows and eyes suddenly became clear in the weak light, and along with the swaying flames, they penetrated into the wish of someone who was making a wish.
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