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Ah? Tang Sicheng was somewhat taken aback

Fortunately, with so many people, the guidance below seems to be taking effect at this moment, gradually dispersing a little bit.

Then why?

She responded with a sound, but instinctively glanced at Qiao Yuanchuan beside her

He walked over slowly, crouched down until they were at eye level with each other. His hand gradually closed around hers, the palm brushing against the back of her hand, where warmth surged and was transmitted little by little.

A few minutes before the meeting concluded, Qiao Yuanchuan sat in his chair, rubbing his brow, an indescribable fatigue evident on his face

That scene, which Si Chen would occasionally recall later, always filled her with fear. Fortunately, Qiao Yuanchuan had taken her to the wall early on, thus reducing the danger of being pushed and trampled.

"I felt unwell in my stomach during the meeting today. The doctor examined me at noon and said it was acute gastroenteritis," he said slowly. "He also asked me what I had eaten. So I went to look up what gutter oil is."

"It's nothing." Xu Bo casually said, "Actually, I was just asking if you were okay."

His expression was as usual, and he did not ask further; he simply nodded and said, "I will leave first"

Reaching the corner of the wall, a distance of less than three meters, took a full ten minutes. Eventually, when it became impossible to squeeze through, Qiao Yuanchuan simply let Sicheng walk beside him, half embracing her until her back pressed against the cold wall. He breathed heavily, and when he lowered his head, her face was close to his side, so he instructed her: "Place your hands in front of your chest."

My uncle? Qiao Yuanchuan did not need to look at her, yet he could easily guess.

Wu Yuanyuan's face flushed, and she turned her head. The half-open car window stirred her long hair, and the car was filled with a tranquil fragrance of grass and trees

Ah?

The audience began to leave their seats. The gymnasium of Haida University is newly constructed, with a total of five floors. Qiao Yuanchuan held Tang Sicheng's hand, slowly making their way towards the escalator amidst the crowd. Qiao Yuanchuan listened to Tang Sicheng's excited chatter, occasionally reminding her to watch her step. When they reached the third floor, their pace suddenly slowed down. Qiao Yuanchuan pulled her a bit closer and frowned, saying: "Why is it so crowded?"

Si Chen knew that he never remembered his habit of getting drunk, and he tacitly did not mention last night's meeting again. He simply turned to the side and rolled up the resume in his hand: "It's really nothing. I fell down before, and the doctor said it was a minor bone fracture. It happened a long time ago, just confirming it."

In fact, this girl is very stubborn when she cries, with soft sobs. He comforts her, but she does not listen, and her tears fall drop by drop, soaking the white gauze into clusters, resembling fluffy clouds, which makes his heart soften as well

Qiao Yuanchuan sat down beside her with ease and extended his hand: "Let me have a look."

Tang Tang, if I say that I don't mind everything that has happened before..." he said gently, his gaze soft enough to soothe all her unease, "Promise me, you won't leave, okay?

"The timing of the transfer is quite timely," he suddenly laughed mockingly, his gaze turning cold, "If only you had switched careers earlier, perhaps we—"

Is it Hai University

Upon exiting the parking lot, he went straight up the stairs. As it was still early, Qiao Yuanchuan asked Wu Yuanyuan to wait at the door while he stood up and said, "I will go buy a bottle of water"

The smile gradually faded, and Qiao Yuanchuan tightened his expression again. The car had driven past about half a block, but he was certain that it was Tang Sicheng. Frowning slightly, Qiao Yuanchuan straightened his posture, his right hand gently brushing over the rather hideous scar on the back of his left hand. What, is she also coming to the hospital?

In fact, it was a very lively campus music concert. Qiao Yuanchuan effortlessly obtained several tickets with excellent seats and generously distributed them to Sicheng's roommates. That night, the young rock band elevated the atmosphere of the entire campus to its peak, and the stadium was filled to capacity, with both music enthusiasts and those unfamiliar with music shouting at the top of their lungs. This celebration of youth continued until 10:30 PM.

Qiao Yuanchuan smiled slightly: "At such a young age, what illness cannot be cured?"

Qiao Yuanchuan stood quietly, his gaze descending from above, landing on her tightly clenched fist, where it seemed she was holding... her own heart. He knew he had been soft-hearted all along, and the more he saw her, the harder it became to restrain his soft-heartedness

Tang Sicen found her initial reaction somewhat amusing. She looked down at the number in her hand, then glanced at the screen, calculating how much longer she would have to wait to leave—at least another half an hour... After coming to terms with reality, she finally said: "I am not ill. I am here for a follow-up consultation."

The crowd is so dense that it resembles boiling fish soup, and two people speaking just a short distance apart must raise their voices significantly. One can imagine that continuously cramming people into a confined space would indeed transform everyone into a sardine-like state—what a terrifying scene that would be

In the moment when her hand was withdrawn, a sudden chill and emptiness enveloped her, yet Tang Sicheng did not hesitate. She continued to meet his gaze without avoidance, a subtle barrier lingering between them, like clouds in the sky, never dissipating

Qiao Yuanchuan stood to the side, allowing the doctor to perform a simple bandaging on himself, while mouthing to her to indicate that he was fine

In the past, there have been such stampede incidents where many people were suffocated to death. By placing your hands in front of you, at least you have some space to allow your chest to move and breathe. He patiently explained, "Who would have the mood to harass you in such a situation?"

Si Chen took a deep breath, turned his head, and suddenly felt a sense of relief that someone had called.

You have not changed, and I have not changed either," she said, lightly yet firmly, "I am sorry

Having exited the consultation room, it was already evening

My digestive system is probably a bit stronger than yours. " Si Chen chuckled lightly, " Perhaps it's because I am used to it.

As long as she is willing

Si Chen turned her head and saw his left hand, with several shards of glass still embedded in his arm, yet he continued to protect her by her ear

Qiao Yuanchuan continued to gaze out of the car window, yet smiled and half-jokingly said, "Aren't you going crazy with impatience?"

Oh, yes. "Qiao Yuanchuan let out a sigh, took the clothes handed to him by the secretary, and said, 'Let's go now.'"

Would he still remember ...? ... Even when drunk, did he ask the exact same question? Si Chen suddenly felt a bit bitter in her heart, she pressed her lips together tightly, averted her gaze, and pretended not to have heard.

At this moment, he gazes with clarity, fully aware of what he is doing, in stark contrast to last night

Si Chen began to feel a bit uneasy. She looked up at Qiao Yuanchuan and quietly asked, "Why aren't we moving forward?"

Qiao Yuanchuan looked at her thoughtfully, with a smile, and asked: "Do you know why I just asked you to place your arms in front of you?"

Today is no exception. She leaned against the wall, staring at the numbers flashing across the electronic screen, and surprisingly began to feel a bit drowsy, until a familiar voice came from above her head—almost making her feel that this was truly a dream

The driver's affirmative response left the young man silent for a moment: "Were you and Mr. Xu the ones who came to pick me up last night?"

The secretary approached him and diligently reminded him: "Mr. Qiao, the time you agreed upon with Miss Wu has arrived"

Wu Yuanyuan sat beside Qiao Yuanchuan, carefully observing him, and sighed: "I thought you had forgotten. Where did you go last night? Auntie was frantic—"

He pressed his lips together in silence and simply said: "It's nothing."

In fact, the thoughts of adults may not solely revolve around "siblings". Qiao Yuanchuan is well aware of this. Coincidentally, a girl like Wu Yuanyuan is someone whom no man can refuse. Having practiced dance since childhood, her figure is much more graceful than that of an ordinary girl. Even in the simplest pair of jeans, her waist and legs appear as elongated as a swan's. Her personality is also excellent, gentle and obedient. How could she be—thoughts halted at this point, Qiao Yuanchuan awkwardly shifted his gaze to the street scene and casually asked: "How do you feel today?"

In the hall, a couple in urgent need of care caught my eye; it seemed they had been in a car accident. The young man held the young woman's hand tightly, continuously comforting her without pause. Shichen felt a sense of familiarity; it was indeed this hospital where Qiao Yuanchuan had attended to her in the emergency room. However, it was she who was anxious at that time, while he had to endure the pain and divide his attention to comfort her.

The gray thin sweater accentuated his tall figure. He handed the bottle of water to the girl, opened the door for her, and only released it after she had walked through.

Tang Sicen felt like crying a little. She looked up at Qiao Yuanchuan, who remained calm, shielding her with his body, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, it's alright"

As both families are prestigious, when Wu Yuanyuan returned from abroad to study ethnic dance, Qiao Yuanchuan's mother smiled and advised her son: "Yuanyuan is just like your own sister, so you should get along well."

"It's really nothing, just a casual fall while playing basketball," he continued to comfort her, slightly leaning forward, pressing his lips against her forehead. The warm touch seemed to calm her down, "Don't panic"

What harm is there in yielding to the one you love

In the end, she still could not get on the ambulance. She ran all the way to the school gate, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the hospital.

Ah, isn't that my uncle's girlfriend?" Wu Yuanyuan turned to the side, staring at a girl walking briskly by the roadside, and casually shook Qiao Yuanchuan's arm, "Look—

Her hand trembled slightly, and Qiao Yuanchuan held it tightly, waiting in silence. As long as she was willing, in the next moment, he would unhesitatingly pull her back into his embrace

Throughout the entire day of work, Qiao Yuanchuan felt restless and agitated

Just wait a moment, I only scraped my skin, it's nothing

Such a courteous gentleman—he would not mock her hairstyle, would not snatch an ice cream from her, would not call her foolish—now, after such a long time, she no longer recognizes him

Truly, I am about to be scared to tears, and Sichen's voice begins to tremble: "Qiao Yuanchuan ... ... "

It is chronic tendinitis anyway, it is like this every day

Hmm. Sichen did not deny it

But now I have awakened. It is a dream from long ago, and I have finally awakened

Qiao Yuanchuan slightly pursed his lips, standing in front of her, tightly holding her hand, squeezing to one side, while saying: "Follow me, don't get separated."

But she quickly opened her eyes and realized that this was the case; they had met again on a narrow path.

Xu Boyuan's driver returned with his car, and he even paused the meeting to confirm the location with him

"Just do as you are told." Qiao Yuanchuan said impatiently, pressing his hands against the wall, making an effort to hold her in his embrace. Behind him, the students also realized that something must have gone wrong, and a wave of commotion began to stir.

Qiao Yuanchuan smiled, his brows relaxing, as he pressed his forehead against hers and said softly: "I knew you were this foolish"

I am not sure about this

She tugged at his sleeve: "Where are you bleeding?"

Upon careful consideration of this scene, it is actually quite amusing—Sichen slightly curved the corners of her lips and suddenly felt a bit more at ease: "So, are you feeling better now?"

Si Chen consciously averted his gaze and said softly, "I know."

Tang Sicen prefers to come to the hospital when it is most crowded. ... It is often in the afternoon, when the sunlight pours down warmly, and as she walks along, her mood is warm—at least it can offset the chill of past experiences ... . ... Among a group of people who share the same suffering, one feels less lonely.

He merely turned his arm to the side, preventing her from seeing the wound, and softly reassured her: "Don't be afraid"

As the crowd surged forward, Qiao Yuanchuan still had her stop at a distance, saying: "Wait a little longer"

Qiao Yuanchuan remained silent, leaning his head against the wall. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Why have you stopped painting?"

The hall was very quiet, and Si Chen curled up beside Qiao Yuanchuan, tightly gripping his fingers as if afraid... If only she relaxed a little, he would truly disappear.

The car made a wide turn in this city, first picking up Wu Yuanyuan before heading southwest towards the hospital

She saw the couple emerge from another elevator and walk forward

It was later discovered that two escalators were out of order, causing students on the fourth floor and above to continue descending, while those on the third floor were unable to go down, resulting in a blockage here

That evening, she accompanied him for his intravenous drip.

With a loud bang, as an annotation to his words "It's nothing," the glass of the two observation decks at the corner of the wall shattered under pressure, and Sicheng instinctively closed his eyes

This shoulder made her feel ... that safe. Shichen let out a sound, tilted her head, continued to lean against him, and after crying until she was tired, she fell asleep.

Tang Sicen reached out her hand, wanting to press down on his wound, but her hand was full of glass shards, leaving her completely at a loss as to where to start, and she could only stare blankly at him

Xu Boyuan's voice said: "Is it Si Chen? It's me"

Si Chen arrived at the emergency hall and searched for a long time before finally finding Qiao Yuanchuan in the corridor. Upon meeting, she immediately grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go. Looking at his heavily bandaged arm, she could only ask: "Does it hurt?"

He had completely forgotten which floor it was. His gaze casually swept around, and the figure at the end of the corridor made him feel that this was what he was looking for. However, in an instant, reason scoffed at this thought—he was merely looking for a vending machine, what did it have to do with her? Yet, his footsteps involuntarily changed direction, step by step, difficult to resist, until he stood in front of her, leaned down, and spoke in a low voice: "Are you sick?"

Qiao Yuanchuan's gaze suddenly cooled, and he found everything that had just happened to be quite ridiculous—he said nothing more, turned around, and his tall figure seemed like a shadow of light, quickly disappearing into the bustling crowd.

He spoke with a voice full of mirth, saying: "I think I know what gutter oil is now"

He gently patted her head as if he were touching a small animal, shaking his head and saying, "It doesn't hurt"

Qiao Yuanchuan stood in the circular hall for a long time, then sat on the escalator, slowly descending

You are bleeding

His tone was extremely subdued, so subtle that Si Chen could not detect the slightest trace of fluctuation. After a moment of thought, she smiled and said, "Lack of talent. The teacher said I am not suited for creative work, so it is better to change careers in a timely manner."

Ms. Wu is going to the hospital, and her appointment with the specialist is at 3:00 PM

The crowd seemed like a giant, having lost its reason due to panic, aimlessly waving its arms. Some screamed, while others began to cry; only Qiao Yuanchuan half-embraced her, standing still in the corner like a rock amidst the raging waves

Si Chen was stunned by the blood before her—on that day, she wore a gray T-shirt, yet the sleeves were stained with splotches of blood, as if engraved with the ancient moss of time, a sight that was shocking to behold

Because... are you going to assault me?

Why have you returned

He frowned, momentarily unable to recall what he had arranged with Wu Yuanyuan

He stood up, took two steps, but then stopped again

Finally arriving at the first floor of the gymnasium, it was already an hour later. The ambulance was parked outside, and the doctor impatiently blocked Tang Sicheng from entering. She could only watch him go in with wide eyes, biting her lip, fearing that if she moved even slightly, tears would start to flow.

There is one more thing, Yuan Chuan came to find you last night. Do not take it to heart. Xu Bo Yuan said, "He was drunk and will not remember what he did."