Yi An followed Yin Xiaojing to Chinatown for hotpot, the best authentic hotpot place she had ever been to. It’s rare to find such a place abroad. Since she had a cold today, she wanted to eat sothing hot and spicy to sweat it out and feel a bit better.
She really wanted to call Su Yan to ask if he wanted to join, but he didn’t really like oily and spicy food. Besides, he was probably busy with his girlfriend, so it was better not to bother him.
She sulkily finished the hotpot. Although she was sweating and her head felt less heavy, she felt even more terrible inside. She just wanted to go ho, take a shower, and get a good night’s sleep.
Yin Xiaojing dropped her off at her building and left. Yi An muddle-headedly went upstairs, thinking about whether he would be ho or not.
Perhaps because of her mood, the lights in the hallway seed so much dimr. She entered the password on the door, having no expectations when she opened it. Disappointnt had beco a habit.
In the past, whenever she ca ho, she always hoped he would be there. Upon seeing her co in, he would co to the door. Though his face wouldn’t look good, he would still say so concerned words.
Yet those things seed so long ago.
She pushed open the door and saw a pair of n’s leather shoes at the entrance, but didn’t hear the familiar voice.
Knowing he was ho, Yi An didn’t show much happiness. She changed her shoes and walked into the house, seeing him sitting on the sofa reading a script. She didn’t say a word to disturb him, and quietly walked to her room.
Su Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, lifted his head. It was unusual how obvious her emotions were. It was rare to see her not talking so much. Normally, she was always chattering happily.
After several minutes, Su Yan got up from the sofa and walked towards her room.
The light in the bathroom was on, but there was no sound of water. Su Yan sighed lightly, walked up, and knocked on the door. Her muffled voice ca through: "What’s up?"
"Taking a shower?"
"What else would I do in the bathroom if not showering?"
Hearing the sharpness in her words, he wondered what had upset her today.
Yi An, who was in the bathroom, stopped her action of undressing, focusing on waiting for him to speak. However, there was no response from outside, and soon she heard footsteps moving away.
Feeling disappointed, she lowered her eyes and continued undressing. It seed like they didn’t even have topics to talk about anymore.
After showering, she didn’t go out to find him. She wrapped herself in the blanket and lay on the bed. The cold seed to have worsened, making her feel terrible. She was feverish, sweating coldly, and her head ached dully.
Su Yan sat in the living room, holding the script but always paying attention to the movents from her room.
Seeing the light go out, his heart chilled. He thought she would co and pester him shalessly like she did last night. It seed she really was in a bad mood. Could it be because of sothing Xu Leya said to her today?
Puzzling over it, he received a call from Yin Xiaojing: "Did An’an arrive ho?"
"Yeah."
"That girl has a bit of a cold. Keep an eye on her. She has an ad shoot early tomorrow morning. Don’t let her get too sick."
Su Yan frowned. So, she had a cold.
He was about to go to sleep, but now he couldn’t stop worrying. He walked to her door and symbolically knocked. Without waiting for a response from inside, Su Yan simply pushed the door open.
The bedroom was dark, the hallway light forming a light area inside. Su Yan walked to the bed, reached out to feel her forehead, his tone cold: "Have a fever and didn’t tell?"
Yi An lazily glanced at him in the dark, wrapped in the blanket, too lazy to move or to talk.
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