moonlight lure

"Doctor, I am her family member. If you have any questions, please tell me."

Song Shiwei turned around in surprise, seeing a familiar figure standing in front of the door, blocking the outside light.

His face was a little tired, but his body was clean. He put the things in his hands at the end of the bed and stroked her head. He lowered his voice and said softly: "I'm back."

At that moment, sourness suddenly welled up in her eyes, but she held it in silence.

He helped her sit back on the bed, turned around and went out to talk to the doctor in the corridor. A few minutes later, he came back and closed the curtains. The originally bright light suddenly became dim, leaving only the two of them in the narrow space.

Song Shiwei was still resentful towards him and wanted to ignore him with a straight face.

He came over and wanted to pull her, but she shook his hand away with a cold face. After a while, she couldn't help but raise her foot and kick him in the leg. Worrying that there was someone else in the bed next door, she lowered her voice, feeling aggrieved and angry: "You go. Where did I go and why did I come back? I didn’t know anything when I woke up. I couldn’t tell even if I asked others..."

The person in front of him didn't speak. He leaned over and hugged her hard. After she had vented enough and calmed down, she explained in a low voice: "I just came back from the training camp."

Song Shiwei struggled to push him away, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and looked at her swollen cheeks, raised his hand and gently rubbed her face, and coaxed softly: "Your mobile phone broke. I bought one on the way."

Thinking that her cell phone had been broken by herself before going up the mountain, Song Shiwei felt a little guilty and did not avoid his touch.

He glanced at the bedside table: "I left you a cell phone. Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

"How do I know it's your cell phone? I don't even know who sent me to the hospital."

Song Shiwei felt even more angry when she mentioned this, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned tightly, "Why didn't you wait until I woke up before leaving? You left a broken mobile phone that I have never seen before. Can this be called a token?"

The expression of the person in front of him paused for a moment, then he lowered his face and smiled, the curve of the end of his lips was helpless and doting, as if it was rare to see her lose her temper, but she still found it quite fresh and cute.

His reaction made Song Shiwei a little embarrassed, and she asked coldly with a straight face: "Am I wrong?"

"You're right. I was wrong, sorry."

Ji Yanchen let go of her, pulled over the bag he just brought in, and asked, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first."

Song Shiwei had already missed her lunch when she woke up just now. Her stomach felt very empty, but it must be because of the infusion that she had regained some strength compared to yesterday.

He put the boxes in the bag on the table, including porridge, steamed fish, vegetables and cut fruits. She watched his movements silently, and after a while, she whispered: "Yesterday."

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of his palm, and she suddenly paused, "What's wrong with your hand?"

There was a shocking dark bloodstain in the middle of his left palm, as if it had been rubbed repeatedly by something stripy.

Ji Yanchen took his hand away without leaving a trace and said in a low voice, "I did it during training."

He looked up at her, "What happened yesterday?"

Song Shiwei looked away from his hand, without thinking much and without much appetite, she shook her head and rejected the chopsticks he handed over: "What happened yesterday?"

He pushed the table to the end of the bed, pulled up a chair and sat down facing each other: "What do you remember?"

"I remember seeing the snake, and it came towards me and then it was attracted to something."

Song Shiwei recalled, "I have no memory of what happened after that. I seemed to hear footsteps in a trance."

She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Is that you?"

Ji Yanchen hummed.

She was a little confused: "Weren't you in training at that time?" He said without changing his expression: "Escaped."

Song Shiwei looked at the straight face of the person in front of her. There were so many questions in her head that she wanted to ask. She paused for a long time and asked him first: "Is it okay?"

He smiled lightly, held her two hands and folded them together: "Didn't I just go back this morning to apologize to the leader and ask for leave by the way?"

She was still surprised: "But how did you know where I was yesterday?"

"Yao Jiajia said last night that you didn't come home and couldn't get through on the phone. She called the cemetery and said you left in the afternoon."

Ji Yanchen explained briefly and concisely, "I saw your car when I got to the mountain, and I guessed that something had happened to you."

She asked: "Then why did the nurse say I was sent here by the police?"

"I was wearing training clothes at the time. They might have misunderstood. They asked me that, so I said yes and asked them to issue a certificate."

He pulled his lower lip helplessly, "Without this certificate, the leader might not approve my leave."

Song Shiwei stared at his collar and was slightly startled.

His tone was calm and gentle, but she knew very well that the real situation would definitely not be as simple as what he described in a few words, whether he found her alone on the mountain and rescued her, or he escaped from the training ground in the middle of the night and returned. I rushed back this morning to admit my mistake.

For someone like him who "escaped from battle", corporal punishment and self-examination would be light, and he might even be reported and given a demerit.

Thinking of her complaints and slander against him when she woke up just now, Song Shiwei couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She lowered her eyelashes and lowered her voice: "You don't actually need to come out. You can just call the police. It can be handled faster."

Ji Yanchen heard her awkward thoughts, silently raised the end of his lips, leaned forward and held her face: "I am the police, who can be faster than me?"

The voice of the person in front of her was deep and clear, and her eyes were sparse. Song Shiwei was forced to lean towards his face, and the rhythm of her heartbeat was silent and disordered.

He looked at her for a while, and then his voice lowered: "Does your body still hurt a lot?"

She looked away, tried her best to control the burning tips of her ears, and shook her head slightly.

Ji Yanchen gently rubbed the soft flesh on her cheek with his fingertips. After a long time, he asked calmly: "Were you scared yesterday?"

Song Shiwei lowered her eyelashes and laughed at herself: "I thought I was going to die."

He pulled his lips and asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me before you leave?"

Her eyes flickered slightly and she denied: "No."

He stared into her eyes: "Really not?"

She pushed his hand away and concealed her guilt with impatience: "No, it means no, nothing is true or false." He stared at her for a long time and said meaningfully: "That's not what you said yesterday."

Song Shiwei was stunned after hearing this.

In her messy and vague memory that seemed like a dream but not a dream, there seemed to be a scene where she was hugging someone and crying and talking about something.

If that really wasn't a dream.

She secretly bit her lower lip and dug her fingers deeply into the quilt in embarrassment.

Help, she couldn't really hold him and cry and say her last words for a long time, could she?

Ji Yanchen saw the confusion and confusion in her dark eyes, and said helplessly: "Have you forgotten everything?"

Song Shiwei was not confident: "Yeah."

He suggested softly and considerately: "Would you like me to help you recall it?"