Ji Zhuo remained silent, somewhat unable to understand Lin Xihe's thoughts.
She clearly wanted to get rid of him before, but now her whole attitude has changed.
He pondered for a moment.
"Are you afraid that the village woman will hurt you again, that's why you're doing this?" Ji Zhuo finally couldn't hold back and asked softly.
Lin Xihe had indeed planned this beforehand. If the village woman dared to come and cause trouble, she would pretend to look at her with a knife to scare her. She thought that after doing this a few times, the village woman should know when to back down.
Unfortunately, I'm having a run of bad luck today, as I injured my ankle. This makes it difficult and inflexible for me to move around, which has led to this embarrassing situation.
No, I just can't let you go.
Lin Xihe looked pitiful. Seeing this, Ji Zhuo was overcome with emotion and threw his sword at the foot of the bed with a loud thud.
He then turned around to get the ointment for sprains and bruises.
Without saying a word, he slowly approached Lin Xihe, gently lifting her skirt and carefully removing her shoes and socks. He then dipped his fingers in ointment and meticulously applied it to her wound.
Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Lin Xihe breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment her heart was in turmoil.
Although she and Ye Yunfan had never explicitly expressed their feelings for each other, they understood each other perfectly and had long since tacitly agreed on their intentions.
If he wanted Ji Zhuo to fall deeply in love with him, even if he tried his best, he might not succeed. But if he really had this thought, where would Ye Yunfan stand?
Furthermore, that wretched system had hinted that the female lead would reappear later. What should I do then?
Should we quietly withdraw from the stage, or seek another way?
A flood of worries overwhelmed her, leaving her feeling lost and helpless.
A hint of suspicion flashed in Lin Xihe's eyes as she pondered to herself, "How could the story described in this book be so vividly presented before my eyes?"
Could all of this be a dream? Was she just unconscious for a long time, trapped in a dream?
She slowly stretched out her hands and reached straight towards Ji Zhuo's face, her slender fingers pinching his cheeks tightly and twisting them slightly.
The touch from my fingertips, solid and warm, clearly proclaimed that this was the real world.
At the same time, the faint soreness in her ankle, like sharp needles pricking her nerves from time to time, once again confirmed that all of this was not an illusion.
"Yes, it's true."
Lin Xihe's arms seemed to have lost their support, hanging limply at her sides. She murmured to herself, her voice filled with confusion.
Ji Zhuo stood there, bewildered by the sudden outstretched, icy hand and the unexpected pinch on his face.
He stared at Lin Xihe, trying to find some clue in her eyes, but all he saw was a nameless loss and melancholy hidden in them.
For a moment, both of them fell silent, with only the quiet air flowing around them.
Taking advantage of Ji Zhuo's unpreparedness, Lin Xihe secretly hid his sword under her pillow, then leaned back on the bed and sat there silently for the entire afternoon.
In her heart, as long as Ji Zhuo's sword remained, he would not leave easily, as if that sword was the only bond that kept him here at this moment.
As night fell, Ji Zhuo busied himself in the kitchen for a long time, preparing a meal.
Today he was extra cautious, only cooking the most common spinach, not daring to make any innovations or variations.
Only after tasting it myself and confirming that the flavor was suitable would I serve the food to the table.
When Lin Xihe saw the food on the table, she immediately got up from the bedside and moved to the table.
She picked up the bowl and, disregarding her manners, gulped down several mouthfuls of porridge. No matter how bad her mood was, she couldn't neglect her stomach.
"There's nothing wrong with this dish."
Ji Zhuo picked up a piece of food and put it in Lin Xihe's bowl before speaking softly to her.
He was filled with doubt, unable to fathom the woman's thoughts. She had been the one who spoke sharply to him that morning, but now she seemed to be full of sorrow as she scolded him, while he, the one being scolded, had to cook and be so careful, afraid of doing anything that might displease her.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xihe picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of food, and put it in her mouth: "This is quite delicious."
Seeing her praise him so highly, Ji Zhuo's inexplicable sense of frustration dissipated considerably.
Lin Xihe was eating when her gaze inadvertently swept over Ji Zhuo's shoulder, only to be shocked to see blood seeping out. She immediately put down her chopsticks and bowl, her face showing worry.
After a long period of recuperation, I thought I was fine, so why did I suddenly start bleeding again?
"Your wound is bleeding again," she said urgently.
"It's alright, let's eat first." Ji Zhuo's tone was firm, as if he didn't want to interrupt his meal.
Seeing his attitude, Lin Xihe hurriedly ate a few more bites of vegetables and then drank the porridge in large gulps.
Ji Zhuo never had the habit of eating quickly; he ate slowly and carefully, and only returned to his room after finishing his meal and cleaning up the dishes.
“Come here, let me take a look at you,” Lin Xihe said.
Ji Zhuo silently moved the table next to Lin Xihe's bed, then sat down on the bedside, his body motionless, like a statue.
Seeing this, Lin Xihe was speechless and secretly wondered whose wound it was, and why Ji Zhuo was so unhurried, even waiting for her to take off his clothes.
When she took off her clothes, she discovered that the scab on her previous wound had broken open, and a little blood was seeping out.
"It's okay, you scared me to death." Lin Xihe breathed a sigh of relief.
"You still worry about me?" Ji Zhuo's lips curled into a smile, and he chuckled, seemingly quite surprised by her concern.
Lin Xihe's thoughts drifted away after hearing his words.
The Ji Zhuo in the original text was cunning and ruthless, and was definitely not the easy person to get along with now.
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