When I meet the brilliance

Chapter 152 Her Memories
He Qianshen didn't listen to her. Jing Yu saw that his eyes gradually lost their luster, and even the strength of his grip on her hand was slowly weakening. Jing Yu held his hand with her backhand, clenching her fingers tightly.

When He Qianshen's eyes were filled with shock, Jing Yu smiled slowly and said softly, "I have always been here, and I will be here when you wake up, so you can rest assured."

He Qianshen's eyes looked strange, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded slightly and closed his eyes.

The person whose eyes were fixed on him became Jing Yu. Jing Yu looked at him for a long time. At this moment, He Qianshen was very well behaved. She did whatever she said because he loved her deeply, so what was she afraid of?

Before she liked him, she had never thought about love, so she had never imagined her other half.

But after she fell in love with him, she thought she liked someone who was gentle as jade, calm and open-minded. So when He Qianshen became less and less like the person she thought he was, she stopped, hesitated and retreated, thinking about ending this relationship. But gradually she discovered that it was not the case. She liked him only because he was He Qianshen.

Although she couldn't see the real him now, so what? She liked him, and after all this time, she still liked him.

"One winter day, the queen was sitting in the palace sewing for her daughter..."

Jingyu softly told the story of Snow White.

It was still raining outside in the dark night, and time seemed to have gone back to that year, in the same quiet room.

The feverish young man lay on the white hospital bed, tossing and turning in nightmares, his frown never relaxing.

She saw the pain on his face, and she didn't know when, her hands were tightly grasped by him. They were a pair of rough, shriveled hands, thin and red, but so strong that she couldn't break free. She had to use her other hand to gently press his moving shoulders, and then whispered a story to him.

When she was a child, when she had a fever and felt drowsy, her father would tell her stories, all kinds of fairy tales. The first time she listened to them, she would be attracted by the stories and her attention would be diverted, so she would forget about the discomfort. Later, listening to her father's voice made her feel at ease, and this kind of companionship would make her fall asleep gradually.

So she tried it, and unexpectedly the young man gradually calmed down in his sleep, but she was worried, so she stayed with him all night. It was not because she was so enthusiastic, but because she recognized that he helped her drive away the people who were following her, and at that intersection, he avoided hitting her, and she saw his decadent and lifeless eyes, so she wanted to help him.

Repairing a bicycle was just a small thing. She actually told the nurse that if she asked for her contact information, she could give it to her, and if she needed money, she could provide some support. However, she didn't expect that not only did she not do that, but she even refunded the medical expenses to her.

These memories were insignificant compared to her college years, but because he mentioned them, she gradually remembered them in the past few days.

Everything might have been destined by fate. If he had been close to her at that time in college, she might have looked at him a few more times because of the help he had given her and because of his voice, but that was all. After all, her initial impression of him was pity.

And in the later encounters, she was attracted by his voice, slowly got into the game, gradually became addicted, and then couldn't extricate herself.

……

The medicine had taken effect, and the person on the bed fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly. Jing Yu slowly loosened his clasped hands, then got up and went to the kitchen to change the ice pack.

Nan Nan meowed along with her, and Jing Yu remembered that she hadn't fed the cat yet, so after changing the ice pack for He Qianshen, she made some food for Nan Nan. When she returned to the room, the phone on the bedside table rang. When Jing Yu saw who was calling, she quickly pressed the answer button and quietly left the room. Yun Yun's voice rang in the receiver, "Brother Shen, how are you?"

"it's me."

There was a sudden silence on the phone, then someone smiled, "That's good."

"Yun Yun, thank you." Jing Yu knew that Yun Yun called her today not just to ask for He Qianshen's address.

"It's okay. I'm relieved now."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "It seems to be still raining outside, go out and drive slowly."

"Uh-huh."

After the call ended, Nan Nan was full and was lying at her feet looking at her. Jing Yu squatted down and rubbed Nan Nan's head, saying gently, "It's time for you to go to bed, dear. I'll play with you tomorrow, okay."

Nan Nan seemed to understand what she said. After rubbing against her, he slowly moved back to his nest.

Jingyu called Zhuozhuo again and said that she would not go back tonight. Then she heard Zhuozhuo's scream, followed by a series of jokes from Zhuozhuo. Jingyu did not refute anything. After thinking everything through, her mood returned to a cheerful state.

After returning to the room, Jing Yu was still sitting by the bed looking at the photo album. The main lights in the room had been turned off, leaving only a table lamp by the bed. Under this warm glow, Jing Yu looked at the photo album over and over again with a faint smile on her lips.

After He Qianshen's temperature rose once in the middle of the night, it finally dropped below 38 degrees. Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked He Qianshen to drink a glass of water, as drinking water would help him sweat faster. He Qianshen was half asleep and half awake, and she listened to everything she said. He was as well-behaved as Nan Nan and easy to control. She thought that as long as she was willing, He Qianshen would obey her in everything, even if he had to pretend to be his original self again, but she wanted He Qianshen to be himself, the real himself.

When Jing Yu woke up, it was just past eight o'clock. She moved her shoulders. She actually fell asleep on the edge of the bed last night. She looked up at the person on the bed. He Qianshen was still sleeping. She reached out and touched his forehead. It didn't seem hot anymore, but she still took it with a thermometer. It was 37.8 degrees, a low fever, but much better than last night.

Jingyu got up and left the room. It was already light outside and the weather was finally clear. Looking from the balcony, the sky was blue and the clouds were white. The sun had already risen. It was a good day today.

Jing Yu looked back at the living room. She didn't look at it much yesterday. After four months, He Qianshen's house was still simple, neat but empty, but there were some differences. For example, there was an extra cabinet, in which the spoils of the two people's previous doll catching were neatly arranged, as well as the figurines and plaster dolls she gave him.

It turned out that he had always kept the things she gave him well. He would wear the magnolia brooch every time he went out for talks before they broke up. But she hadn't seen it since they broke up. But yesterday, in his bedside table, there was not only the blue smiley face pendant, but also the magnolia brooch, lying quietly in a small square box.

He never said what he had done for her or how much he loved her, but every little detail revealed his feelings.

(End of this chapter)