An Yin’s worries were interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the lock.
Shi Qing walked in, looking utterly exhausted. He went straight to the desk and drank a mouthful of water to ease his weariness.
"Shi Qing," An Yin’s eyes lit up as she called out.
Shi Qing glanced in An Yin’s direction. He hadn’t intended to say anything, but rembering how she had given him ointnt before, he added kindly, "I’ve already asked for leave for you."
Shi Qing was referring to An Yin’s part-ti job.
"Thank you," An Yin smiled warmly. Realizing she had another question, she hesitated, "I haven’t been there these past few days. Will Sister i be angry?"
During her stay in the hospital this ti, An Yin realized how much she really needed this job.
The debt to Bao Shaojin was growing, gnawing at her conscience!
"She won’t," Shi Qing shook his head.
Shi Qing could tell that Wen i took a laissez-faire approach to An Yin, sotis even showing a hint of indulgence.
After all, if any other waiter broke a custor’s wine, a fine or reprimand followed, but An Yin remained untouched.
In this matter, Shi Qing couldn’t guess Wen i’s real intentions, so he could only wait to see how things unfolded.
An Yin was unaware of Shi Qing’s thoughts. Her simple mind was put at ease by his reassurance.
She even secretly made a vow: starting next week, she would work diligently!
While An Yin was lost in thought, Shi Qing handed the ointnt over to her and said, "Thank you for the ointnt."
The scars from Shi Qing’s previous injury had faded, to the point where they couldn’t be noticed unless carefully observed.
An Yin took it, "You’re welco," noting that the other person’s injuries had mostly healed.
After that, they didn’t disturb each other and busied themselves with their own tasks.
That night, An Yin experienced a rare bout of insomnia.
Checking her phone, she saw it was nearly eleven, yet she was still wide awake.
A cold, stern face flickered in her mind from ti to ti.
It was him.
Bao Shaojin!
An Yin suddenly felt her cheeks flush with heat. Why did she inexplicably think of him?
Perhaps it was out of guilt, An Yin muttered to herself.
She thought about how she intended to attend his birthday party, but ended up causing him harm. Not only that, he graciously let her stay the night, and later that night, she fell down the stairs, causing him to scramble and send her to the hospital.
In light of these events, An Yin couldn’t help but feel wronged on Bao Shaojin’s behalf!
Moonlight spilled through the windows, casting a faint glow in the dim dormitory, barely revealing the room’s interior.
An Yin turned over, propped herself on the bed, and opened WeChat, finding Bao Shaojin’s chat.
After pondering for a mont, she realized she should properly apologize and ask how much he had paid for her dical expenses.
Having figured it out, An Yin began to carefully think about how to craft her ssage.
She thought she had a lot to say, but after typing "Shaojin Brother," her mind went blank, like it was cented over.
The next second, her gaze fell on his profile picture.
A fierce-looking big dog held its head high, staring nacingly forward. In the middle of the night, the more she looked, the more frightening it seed. An Yin quickly shifted her gaze and suddenly rembered what she wanted to say.
An Yin: [Shaojin Brother, have you opened the birthday gift yet? I’m not sure if you like it. Also, can you tell how much the total hospital bill was this ti? I’ll definitely pay you back once I’ve saved enough money!]
An Yin: [I’m really sorry for making you get hurt.]
An Yin: [It was my fault for falling down the stairs. I shouldn’t have been so careless, causing trouble for you and Aunt Zhang. My apologies!]
...
An Yin sent several more ssages, as if confessing her sins. The more she wrote, the more carried away she got, until she noticed their chat filled with her sent ssages. An Yin was stunned for a mont, then hurriedly began to retract them one by one.
Until she realized the first few had passed the retraction ti limit, she had to stop.
Night deepened, and in her drowsiness, An Yin quickly fell into a sound sleep.
She didn’t notice that the other party had sent a reply.
Bao Shaojin’s private villa.
The study was illuminated by a pale white chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating every corner of the room.
Bao Shaojin sat motionless at his desk, a wooden box open in front of him, its contents revealed.
A cute, ceramic Dalmatian sat inside, a rather ordinary ornant!
Compared to the priceless items in his study, the gift from the young girl was insignificant, lacking any aesthetic value.
But because it was from her, the gift felt unique.
On his birthday, all the gifts he received were stored in the storeroom, and Uncle Wu had made a gift list for him. He only gave it a cursory glance.
Only the gift from the young girl did he personally take ho.
As he was staring at the Dalmatian, lost in thought, his phone on the desk buzzed a few tis.
With few contacts added in his WeChat, ssages in the middle of the night were almost nonexistent. His circle of friends preferred straightforward communication, opting to call directly.
Soon, he thought of soone who liked to use WeChat.
That worriso young girl!
He picked up his phone and opened WeChat, a barrage of ssages following one after another.
Bao Shaojin glanced through, line by line.
The young girl seed to get carried away with typing, becoming increasingly fast.
While he was absorbed in reading, the ssages halted abruptly, followed by a series of retracted ssages.
What did the young girl an by this?
Looking at the few ssages left, Bao Shaojin’s long fingers lightly tapped the edge of his phone, then began to type.
Bao Shaojin: [It’s the staircase design in my ho that’s faulty, so I should bear your dical expenses! As for my hand injury, it has nothing to do with you at all. I invited you to play Mahjong, so it’s my duty to ensure your safety. You need not feel sorry!]
He stated it bluntly.
The young girl was sensitive and slightly timid. Judging by his deduction, the young girl must have blad herself for everything.
He hoped that after seeing this ssage, the young girl would understand.
He waited for a long ti, but the young girl didn’t reply. The phone ward in his palm.
Finally, he put down the phone, and even the wooden box in front of him was locked again, placed into the drawer on the right.
So things, due to status, he could not entangle with!
In an instant, the scene outside the hospital ca to mind, the young girl’s clear and bright eyes, laughing and chatting happily with the boy. The scene was quite glaring!
***
The next morning.
When An Yin got up, she habitually checked her phone and found unread WeChat ssages. She promptly clicked to open them.
It turned out to be a ssage from Bao Shaojin.
After reading the full ssage from the man, it took An Yin a mont to process it. She slowly scrolled through their chat history, finally realizing.
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