"..."
Thin-skinned and stubborn.
The doctor made his judgment, tossed the prescription into his arms, and said, "Remember to drink plenty of hot water when you get back."
Yun Mi watched the nurse insert the needle for Chen Yiyang.
Only after asking for detailed information did she relax.
They had been in too much of a hurry before leaving school; their phones were confiscated by the school.
Yun Mi borrowed the doctor's phone to call Aunt Qin.
The street outside the clinic wasn't very wide. The shadows of the trees on both sides were stretched long by the streetlights.
Buildings in the distance stacked layer upon layer upward. Neon lights and window lamps flickered on and off. Yun Mi answered Aunt Qin's questions one by one.
"Mm, yes, Aunt Qin. Please come over and bring some money... Yes, Chen Yiyang is sick."
"Serious?"
The girl calmly lowered her eyes. Her heart, which had been anxious and clenched, relaxed.
Too much, Chen Yiyang.
She remembered his indifferent, slightly fragile look on the playground. Her calm face had eyelashes casting shadows.
She had almost cried in a panic earlier. Yun Mi said lightly and calmly, "Yes, super serious. Chen Yiyang said his brain was going to burn out. When I left school with him, I suspected he might die. Luckily, the doctor worked miracles and saved him with 200ml of glucose."
Aunt Qin could tell Xiao Mi was implying something. She chuckled and told them to wait for her at the clinic. Yun Mi sat back on the bench with her arms crossed.
She fiercely pinched her own arm, her face cold and silent.
The small clinic wasn't very proper. The walls were plastered with ads for seeking sons and treating infertility. Yun Mi had almost cried earlier, but now she just snorted coldly.
She broke the silence and said, "When Aunt Qin gets here, I'll go back to school first."
Looking at the time, Zhou Shihui's performance had just ended. Chen Yiyang asked, "What's wrong?"
"Figure it out yourself."
Chen Yiyang was a bit of a needle and blood phobic. He hadn't felt too uncomfortable before, but when the IV needle went in, he suddenly recalled some unhappy memories, his heart palpitated, and he felt nauseous.
He said, "Zhou Shihui wants to confess to you. Are you sure you want to go back?"
The glaring white light illuminated Yun Mi's face. The girl was momentarily stunned and said, "You mean..."
As if realizing something, Yun Mi stood there, staring at Chen Yiyang hesitantly, with a slightly contemptuous tone, "You're lying."
Chen Yiyang's lips were pale. He blinked and smiled wryly, "I'm not lying."
He said, "You heard the accompaniment to that song just now, right?"
"... Mm."
Yun Mi looked at Chen Yiyang's hand with slightly protruding veins, cleanly trimmed nails, and prominent wrist bones.
Whether it was her imagination or not, this hand seemed more fragile than usual, trembling slightly.
Then she heard Chen Yiyang's next words, "Actually, you can keep playing along with me."
"And..."
Yun Mi suddenly looked up and saw the boy's smooth, clean jawline.
Chen Yiyang's words were so faint that you couldn't hear them if you didn't listen carefully. He opened his eyes, and Yun Mi naturally fell into his deep, dark gaze. He said, "I don't like it when others confess to you."