Tell him.
Because I like...
Zhou Yushen's dark and calm pupils dilated slightly with anticipation.
Shen Zhiyi met his gaze tremblingly as he pressed her question.
"Actually, I..."
"Um?"
She gritted her teeth and said, "Actually, I'm sick!"
Are you sick?
Zhou Yushen was stunned.
His fingertips released her face and he slowly stood up.
The joy of anticipation faded away, and the remaining emotions were like a returning tide, bringing back even deeper disappointment.
The worry about her was soon dispelled.
"What disease?"
"It's thirsty skin syndrome." Shen Zhiyi lowered his head and pinched the hem of his clothes. "I got it after I lost contact with you."
"It's just that I used to be able to relieve it by touching my mother."
"Now..."
She looked up at him.
"Now..." Zhou Yushen paused, "I have become your antidote?"
"Um."
Shen Zhiyi lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.
Zhou Yushen closed his eyes.
There is a silent bitterness in my heart.
He should have trusted his own judgment from the beginning.
What do you like?
That was just a ridiculous guess based on self-conjecture caused by hormonal imbalance.
How could the answer that he had already rejected be the correct answer?
From childhood to adulthood.
He never made a mistake.
How could I be wrong this time?
Zhou Yushen felt his heart sink, as if he had fallen into a cold well in summer, and his fingertips were numb from the cold.
"Get up, the ground is cold."
He said this emotionlessly, went to the window and dialed the phone.
The doctor who had treated Shen Zhiyi last time answered him on the other end.
"Skin thirst syndrome?"
"There is such a disease in psychology."
"It's caused by a certain deficiency, and it can be alleviated by contact with certain people."
"How long will it take to heal?"
"It's hard to say."
"It may take a lifetime to treat, or it may suddenly get better one day."
"However, it can be very difficult for patients to come into contact with people they don't want to come into contact with."
He described some symptoms.
Zhou Yushen pursed his lips, and his expression grew darker the more he listened.
So serious?
He turned his head and looked at Shen Zhiyi who was sitting obediently on the sofa. He saw that she had her head down and looked like she had done something wrong.
An indescribable pain welled up in my heart.
"I know. I'll treat you to a meal later."
He hung up the phone.
The angel Chen Zhiyi came forward.
"When did it relapse?"
"Just..." Shen Zhiyi raised her head, glanced at him, and quickly lowered her head, "After that high fever..."
Zhou Yushen was silent for a moment.
It turns out that it was all because of him.
He lowered his eyes.
The expression in his eyes was hard to discern.
"Brother Yu Shen, I didn't mean to do those things to you... I know you care a lot..."
"But I'm really sad..."
Her eyes were red and she explained somewhat helplessly.
Zhou Yushen suddenly reached out, pulled her up from the sofa, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
The tall and broad body locked her tightly.
As if to rub her into his body.
He buried his head in her neck, one arm around her waist and the other holding the back of her head.
The deep and sharp eyebrows are hidden in the shadows.
Endless self-blame and heartache rolled through me.
"Will this... be better?" He whispered into her neck.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
The direct and overly intense joy rushed up at her in an instant, making her scalp numb.
Her heart was pounding.
Subconsciously reaching out, hugging him tightly.
"Yes! It will be fine!"
"Much better..."
She buried her face and rubbed his chest subconsciously.
"Brother Yu Shen, thank you for helping me heal my illness... You, you are the best..."
"Can I hug you every day?"
"Please...Brother Yu Shen..." She raised her head and pleaded pitifully.
Zhou Yushen relaxed slightly.
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