
Yun did not know what happened to Yu Mingxia suddenly, so he could only answer all the questions he wanted to know in a low voice.
"Are you going to throw away the love letter someone gave you in high school? If it's someone you hate."
The closer he got to the truth, the more painful Yu Mingxia became.
"No, why throw it away? It's someone else's will. "Yun Zhi did not understand why he suddenly asked such a question.
Right.
Although he had never blamed Yunzhi in these years, he never thought that Yunzhi would probably never receive that love letter.
The biggest self-deception he ever committed was that he might have accidentally thrown it away.
But after hearing Yun Zhi's cold tone, she thought again, throwing away the letter out of disgust, or hating it for her love letter, at that moment, everything seemed to make sense to her, nothing is impossible or nothing is wrong.
Yun Zhi and him were very different, they were two worlds.
The love letter was originally her wishful thinking.
Why did he never think that the love letter might never reach Yun Zhi's hands.
So even though Yun Zhi knew that they were alumni, even though she remembered about the basketball gym, she still did not think about the love letter.
Because that love letter had been discarded by Nan Qiao.
All the clues come together and become the final answer.
Yu Mingxia felt uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than before.
He misunderstood Yunzhi.
"At first you hated me for what Nan Qiao told you?"
Yun Zhi was a little embarrassed thinking about it, Yu Mingxia looked at her intently, as if to say that he definitely knew the answer.
The balance in Yunzhi's heart had been tilted before, and now he no longer thought that he should protect Nan Qiao before.
Since Yu Mingxia was curious, he couldn't hide it anymore.
"Yes," Yun Zhi sighed, "He said that you underestimated him and our class, and I was very defensive back then, so ..."
"So you believe it?"
"Well, sorry." The old problem was raised again, and the previous article is still unread. As he apologized again, Yun Zhi still felt guilty.
"Mingxia—"
As soon as Yun Zhi finished speaking, Yu Mingxia got up and the bathroom door slammed shut.
The glass fragment that had just been cleaned for answering the phone lay still at his feet.
Yun did not know what was happening, but felt that Yu Mingxia's painful expression just now must have something to do with what he said just now, and the guilt in his heart deepened.
"Ming Xia's? Are you all right?" Yun Zhi called out to him, but knocked on the bathroom door again when she did not hear his answer, and called again anxiously, "Ming Xia?"
"I'm fine."
A feeble voice came from the bathroom, but Yun Zhi still felt uneasy, and said to him again: "I'm right outside the door, can you call me if there's something you have to do?"
In the bathroom, Yu Mingxia propped up the sink with both hands, recalling all sorts of things more strongly, until his fingertips turned white.
For the first time, someone made her feel hate.
He never thought that Nan Qiao would be so bad.
Throwing her love letter, speaking ill of her in front of Yun Zhi, and warning her in front of him again, showed the distance between her and Yun Zhi.
Nan Qiao knew how to make him suffer the most when he was young and inferior.
The figure in the mirror gradually blurred, Yu Mingxia lowered his eyes and washed his face.
Yun Zhi who was waiting outside heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom.
"If you want to remove makeup, you can open the first cabinet in the top left, and all makeup removal items are in it."
Yun Zhi felt uneasy, even though she did not know what was happening, she could still sense that it must have something to do with Nan Qiao.
Regretting for a moment, he knew that Yu Mingxia would be very sad, he did not say it now.
After a while, the sound of water finally stopped.
After removing her makeup, her face was a little pale, and her hair was slightly decomposed in water, making her look a little fragile.
"Pity me."
Yun Zhi was stunned for a few seconds due to her sudden apology, and then she came to her senses and asked excitedly, "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly apologizing, what's wrong with you?"
Yu Mingxia forced a smile.
"Can I stay here tonight?"
Yun Zhi was still very worried: "Is there something wrong with you, please tell me, okay?"
Seeing Yu Mingxia like this made him extremely anxious, and he did not understand why it had changed in just a short period of time.
"I want to sleep a little while."
"I'll take you to the room last time," Yun Zhi recalled that Yu Mingxia had not eaten, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first?"
Yu Mingxia shook his head, and entered the second room from beside him.
After sending Yun Zhi away, Yu Mingxia opened the art history of the table.
Inside are portraits and group photos that I saw last time.
Yu Mingxia silently looked at the things inside.
It was still where he put it last time, and Yun Zhi had yet to open it.
This was what Nan Qiao had left behind, and he could also throw away what he had left behind just as Nan Qiao threw away his love letter.
You can also say a lot of bad things about him in front of Yunzhi like him.
Make him feel that pain.
His hand touched the drawing paper, but left it at that moment.
He was not Nan Qiao, nor would he be someone like Nan Qiao, nor would he use Yun Zhi as a tool.
Yu Mingxia heaved a sigh of relief, and returned the items into the book as if he had never seen them before.
Yun Zhi did not know what caused Yu Mingxia's discomfort, but based on her knowledge, she guessed it might be her stomach, so she cooked another bowl of barley porridge, warming up a bottle of milk, so she thought it might be her stomach, and then knock on the door of the second bedroom.
After hearing the voice inside, Yun Zhicai entered, and Yu Mingxia was lying on the bed, his face turning red and not as pale as before.
"Do you feel nauseous? I made you some warm porridge and milk, how much do you eat?"
Yu Mingxia looked at her pouting and worried eyes, and the complex emotions earlier disappeared, and said softly:
"It's not convenient, please stay with me."
Yun Zhi remembered that the last time Yu Mingxia had a stomach ache and asked him to accompany her in the waiting room, but thinking of when people were fragile, they seemed to wish that someone could be by her side.
Yunzhi walked over and placed a bowl of porridge and a bottle of milk on the bedside table, moved the chair to the side of the bed, sat down, and fed a spoonful of porridge to his lips, "How much should I give you? Ah—"
Yu Mingxia obediently opened his mouth and swallowed.
While feeding the porridge, Yun Zhi recalled what happened earlier, and came to the most important conclusion — Yu Mingxia and Nan Qiao had a grudge.
But he couldn't think of a reason.
It was inappropriate to ask any more questions at this time, so Yun Zhi swallowed those words.
"Yunzhi."
“Hah?” Yun Zhi raised her eyes.
Yu Mingxia, however, acted as if he was just yelling for fun, and called out to him again: "Yun Zhi."
"Good."
"Yunzhi."
"Yes." Yeah."
…
No matter how many times Yu Mingxia called out his name, Yun Zhi replied patiently.
...Seriate...