The next morning,
the alarm clock in the girls' dorm rang three times before someone finally turned it off.
The people inside lay lazily in bed, unwilling to get up. The curtains were still half-drawn, and sunlight spilled into one corner of the room through the gaps, but the atmosphere inside remained quiet and drowsy.
The blanket on the bed was in disarray, and the pillow still bore the marks of deep sleep.
Finally, Zhao Ying managed to get up, washed her face, and went to wake the still-sleeping Liu Shuyao as usual.
She called several times from the bedside,
“Shuyao!”
“It’s almost eight!”
“Get up quickly! You can’t be late for class today!”
Hearing no reply, Zhao Ying patted Liu Shuyao’s blanket, but the person on the bed showed no response.
Feeling a bit anxious, Zhao Ying climbed onto the bed and reached out to touch Liu Shuyao’s forehead.
So hot!
She shook Liu Shuyao again but saw she had no intention of waking up.
Now she was a bit worried.
Liu Shuyao just recovered her memory and immediately developed a fever—could it be that the fever affected her brain, causing some aftereffects?
“Meixun! Shuyao has a fever.”
Zhao Ying immediately told Li Meixun about the situation.
“Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital right away?”
“Let’s go!”
“She just got better from the car accident; could this fever be related to her recovering her memory?”
Li Meixun also became anxious and pulled out her phone to call the counselor.
When the counselor heard about it, he rushed over immediately.
The three of them took Liu Shuyao to the hospital.
Not long after, Liu Shuyao was lying in a hospital bed, receiving an IV.
The hospital room was very quiet, with faint sunlight filtering through the white curtains onto the floor. A subtle disinfectant smell permeated the air, making the entire room feel quite desolate.
At this moment, Liu Shuyao had awakened, but her mind was still a bit foggy as she stared blankly at the white ceiling for a long time.
In this tranquil space, time seemed to slow down.
“You're finally awake! How do you feel?”
Zhao Ying had just come in with a bottle of water, opened it, and handed it to the campus beauty.
Liu Shuyao weakly replied, “Why am I in the hospital again?”
Due to her illness, her voice was somewhat hoarse.
“I called you to get up for class this morning, and when I found you lying in bed, something seemed off. I touched your forehead and realized you had a fever.”
“Meixun and I were worried that this might be some aftereffect of regaining your memory, so we brought you straight to the hospital. Luckily, the doctor said it’s just a common cold and fever, with no impact on your brain—everything's fine.”
“Thank you both! It’s probably because I caught a chill on the mountain last night.”
Seeing her roommates' concerned expressions made Liu Shuyao feel a bit embarrassed for causing them so much trouble.
“No need to thank us! It just means we get to skip a couple of classes. Honestly, when I hear about art history, my head feels like it’s going to explode.”
Li Meixun waved her hand dismissively, casually sitting in a chair and pulling out her phone to continue shopping for Double Eleven.
“Should we buy a box of tissues?”
“How about foundation? Y’s essence seems pretty affordable too.”
Zhao Ying chimed in, and the two of them chatted and laughed, discussing their shopping plans for a long while.
“I want to buy a beauty device.”
“Wait, wait, wait, don’t buy that…”
"Just trash, you’ll definitely lose interest in three days and sell it second-hand!"
Maybe it was because she had received an IV, but Liu Shuyao’s fever had subsided, and she felt a bit stronger.
After some more checks, she finally remembered to check her phone. It was already afternoon, and she saw many WeChat messages from people asking about her illness.
She only noticed the pinned message from Xiang Ran, which was sent at 7:20 AM:
"What do you want for breakfast?"
Probably because she hadn't replied, Xiang Ran hadn’t sent any follow-ups.
At this moment, Liu Shuyao was nervously biting her lower lip while gripping the edge of her phone, trying to figure out how to respond to Xiang Ran.
After all, it felt overwhelming to suddenly transition from being unfamiliar classmates to being in a romantic relationship.
After thinking for a long time, she finally replied:
"Sorry, I didn’t see it this morning."
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow on the desks. The classroom was filled with a subtle quietness, with only the professor’s voice and students’ breaths weaving together.
Xiang Ran, who had been distracted for most of the day, felt his phone vibrate and quickly checked the screen.
Seeing Liu Shuyao’s message, he trembled as he hurriedly unlocked his phone.
He had already felt increasingly disheartened over the lack of a reply throughout the day.
Xiang Ran was quite familiar with Liu Shuyao’s class schedule and knew exactly what she had been up to that morning.
Just last week, she had been complaining about how boring and dry art history was.
At that moment, Xiang Ran still didn’t know Liu Shuyao had been in a deep sleep all day. Just when he was at a loss for how to respond, his phone vibrated again.
School Belle: "I had a fever last night."
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School Belle: [Image]
Liu Shuyiao couldn’t help but send a photo to Xiang Ran. She felt so wronged.
She couldn’t articulate what she wanted to say; getting sick at such a crucial moment was really frustrating.
Xiang Ran looked at the photo Liu Shuyao sent.
Her delicate hand was receiving IV fluids, and her wrist looked incredibly thin.
He frowned. So she really was sick?
If that was the case, she wasn’t brushing him off. Did he still have a chance?!
He immediately recalled how pitiful Liu Shuyao looked when she was sick, like a wounded little kitten.
In that instant, all his chaotic thoughts from the day were pushed aside.
"Which hospital are you at? Is it the same one as last time? I’ll come see you right now!"
He immediately stood up to go to the hospital. He couldn’t concentrate on the class anyway.
He just wanted to rush to Liu Shuyao’s side and take care of that adorable little kitten.
At the same time, he needed answers; he had to clarify things.
However, just as he was about to walk out the door, the class bell rang.
"Damn!"
"Ran, are you leaving in such a hurry?"
The fatty had woken up after sleeping all day and saw Xiang Ran getting up.
"Can you take my backpack back to the dorm? I have something to do."
Without waiting for a reply, Xiang Ran dashed toward the back door of the classroom.
Just as he was about to reach the door, Teacher Li called out to him.
"Xiang Ran, come to my office!"
What?!
What?!
Xiang Ran felt like a thousand horses were galloping through his mind.
He needed to go save his love!
Was there really nothing so urgent that could wait?
But with Teacher Li stopping him, leaving would seem impolite.
He sighed and followed Teacher Li to the office.
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