In the dormitory, Jiang Shirley brought water and pills to Xie Yuqing's bedside, but accidentally kicked several heaters placed beside her bed.
"What? Why did you bring so many things back without mentioning that you caught a cold when you went out?"
"……Thanks."
Xie Yuqing thanked her in a hoarse nasal voice, stuck her head out, took the pills and said, "I'll get rid of them in two days."
Hearing that her voice had changed, Shirley Jiang was surprised and said, "You have a bad cold. Let me see if you have a fever."
She touched Xie Yuqing's forehead with her hand, frowned slightly and said, "It's not hot... Wait a minute, I'll ask Emma for some anti-inflammatory tablets."
Then he immediately ran out of the dormitory.
Xie Yuqing stretched out her hand and pulled out a few pieces of paper, blew her nose, threw it into the wastebasket, and slid into bed listlessly, looking at the scattered heaters on the floor in a daze.
She stayed all night on Primrose Hill yesterday, and finally fell asleep leaning on a stone.
When she woke up, it was already early the next morning. The sky had cleared up, and she was lying in the pavilion, covered with a thick quilt, and surrounded by several rechargeable heaters that had run out of power.
She thought it was some kind-hearted camping person who reached out to help. She took the things and asked around, but she couldn't find anyone, so she had to bring them back.
And Aric... never showed up.
Thinking of him, Xie Yuqing's heart felt like needle pricks, feeling unwilling and aggrieved.
She doesn't seem to be someone to be attracted to.
In high school, she liked the boy from the next class and thought she had experienced many unforgettable moments with him. But in the end, his best friend told her that he didn't even know her name and had no impression of her.
Now she fell in love with a netizen whom she had never met before. She was so sentimental that she was let go.
It must be that the mind is too empty for something like this to happen.
Maybe she had a bad cold. Xie Yuqing's thoughts flickered back and forth between the past and the present. A fragile emotion was on the verge of bursting out. She felt that her eyes were burning and full of tears that would fall in the blink of an eye.
It seemed that there were some beautiful things that she could reach with her hands, but she found that there was a layer of glass outside.
If you don't want to meet, why not just tell her?
Xie Yuqing held the phone, unlocked it repeatedly, and pressed it again.
She wanted to open Facebook, but didn't have the courage.
After several deliberations, she finally gritted her teeth, unlocked her phone, and clicked in directly.
In the friend list column, Aric's profile picture is grayed out.
As expected, her "Are you on your way" message is still unread.
But the strange thing is that Aric sent her a message in the early morning.
Only three words:
"sorry"
Xie Yuqing suddenly fell silent.
The grievances I felt just now were reduced to helpless melancholy at this moment.
She wanted to accuse him and write a short essay, but she didn't even know what he looked like. If she said she was broken up, she would probably laugh to death.
[Vita Xie: It’s okay, I saw the sunset, it’s very beautiful.]
[Vita Xie: But actually you can reject me directly. 】
Xie Yuqing replied a few words to him, then threw away her phone and lay on her pillow feeling uncomfortable.
After a while, Shirley Jiang came back with the medicine.
Seeing her red-eyed and depressed look, I didn't think much about it. I just thought she was suffering from a bad cold and was feeling unwell. I couldn't help but curiously asked, "Didn't you say you were going to London to meet friends? Why are you in such a mess?"
Did you quarrel with someone?"
"Don't mention it." Xie Yuqing didn't even have the strength to sit up, and mocked herself, "I didn't even see a ghost."