"Hey, kid, I'm talking to you."
Zeng Chuyu felt a little dissatisfied at being ignored.
However, after looking at her back for a while, his brows furrowed.
Could it be that Chen Yanke was right?
A moment ago, when she and Chen Yanke left to let her rest alone, she stood by the window like a sculpture, motionless.
I thought she was just feeling a little bothered after being splashed with water, but now it seems that things are not as simple as she thought.
Zeng Chuyu straightened up, holding the thing she had just found in her hand, which was a light brown scarf.
She casually held it in her arm, intending to give it to someone who was waiting for her downstairs.
The man came from afar to find her, saying that he "accidentally" left his scarf with her when he came last time.
Zeng Chuyu had no suspicion of anything else.
The man used the excuse that the scarf meant a lot to him and wanted to come up with her to look for it.
But Zeng Chuyu didn't think too much about it, nor did she realize that the man just wanted to create an opportunity to find her and be alone with her for a while.
She just thought that there was a little girl resting in the infirmary who didn't want to be disturbed, so she put on a stern face and asked him to wait for her downstairs.
It seems that this has become her working habit a long time ago.
No matter how the handsome man acted coquettishly or made trouble, it was of no use. He could only lean against the car with a sad face and watch his sweetheart run upstairs. He had no choice but to stay where he was and wait obediently, becoming a wife-waiting stone.
Zeng Chuyu walked step by step towards Yu Xinghe who was standing in a daze by the window.
The pointed heels collided with the smooth tile floor, making a rhythmic sound.
But this did not make Yu Xinghe turn back.
This touches upon Zeng Chuyu's blind spot in knowledge.
Because it was time for her to get off work, and she had to attend a large academic exchange meeting soon, she needed to dress more formally, so she changed into small high heels that she seldom wore.
The black hip-hugging miniskirt paired with a white shirt and the stand-up shoulder suit jacket under the black coat make her full of aura. The flesh-colored stockings wrapped around her straight and slender legs extended all the way to the small high heels.
She walked with even more grace, and with her naturally charming peach blossom eyes, her every move unconsciously revealed her charm.
But she didn't know it.
Her attention was now on the girl in front of her.
Zeng Chuyu stood behind Yu Xinghe, keeping an arm's length away from her.
From this angle, she could see her pale face, almost bloodless.
She looked like a fragile porcelain doll, but her eyes were filled with indescribable emotions.
It is like a surging wave that can swallow up any peeping person if they are not careful.
I didn't expect that after such a long time, she still maintained this posture, which formed a sharp contrast with the dynamic scene outside the window.
But she didn't feel that surprised. After all, there's nothing wrong with children being eccentric.
At least it has personal characteristics.
Zeng Chuyu even thought that Yu Xinghe was an interesting girl, with an inextinguishable tenacity.
If other girls had experienced what she experienced, they might have tried to commit suicide.
But she was calm as if nothing had happened.
Zeng Chuyu resisted the urge to pat her on the shoulder.
It’s better not to destroy this strange harmony.
However, when she thought of what her good friend Chen Yanke had told her, she suddenly felt a headache.
Chen Yanke was very concerned about what happened to Xinghe. Since she sent her to the infirmary, she has been taking care of her personally every step of the way.
He even pulled her aside and secretly asked her if she had ever minored in psychology.
She was afraid that her most respected student would suffer from mental illness after being bullied like this.
However, Zeng Chuyu just wanted to tell Chen Yanke that people's hearts are not as fragile as she imagined.
What's more, this girl who is so strong and energetic is not as vulnerable as she imagined.
But now it seems... maybe she was wrong.
Zeng Chuyu narrowed her extremely enchanting peach blossom eyes.
At least she had never seen such a heavy atmosphere on a teenage girl.
Most of the female students she had met were lively and bright, simple and naive to the extreme. There were even some who didn't know how to deal with their menstrual period and ran to the school infirmary crying and shouting for her.
Only a few showed a maturity beyond their age.
Among them, Yu Xinghe was the most rational and sensible one she had ever met.
And now, she saw a different side in her.
This indifferent look that sees through everything is like that of an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Zeng Chuyu didn't quite believe that she would see such an expression on a little girl, but the current situation forced her to believe it.
I really started to think about what Chen Yanke said.
Could it be that she really has some hidden mental illness?
The girl was thin and at the age of a flower, but she looked inexplicably lonely from behind.
Zeng Chuyu shook her head, thinking that she was overthinking it.
"Hmm? Nothing."
Hearing the noise, Yu Xinghe finally turned his stiff neck, turned around and walked straight past Zeng Chuyu towards the bed.
After standing for a long time, she began to walk unsteadily and almost fell.
But he still walked to the bed.
Lift the quilt, climb onto the bed, lie down, and cover yourself with the quilt again, all in one go.
All actions seemed to be mechanically completing set instructions.
Zeng Chuyu pursed her lips and looked at her.
The girl had just borrowed the small bathroom in her office to take a hot shower. Of course, this was what Chen Yanke had repeatedly reminded her of after handing her over to her.
It is said that catching a cold in winter is very uncomfortable.
The faint odor in the air was masked by the fresh scent of shower gel, but it could still be detected if you smelled it carefully.
Yu Xinghe looked at Zeng Chuyu quietly, and the ethereal dark light in his eyes frightened Zeng Chuyu.
She felt like she was being seen through, and goosebumps ran down her spine.
This was the first time she had seen such an expression in the eyes of a child who was no more than a teenager.
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