In the morning, a faint reddish glow shot through the window into the ward. Xianyu rubbed her sleepy eyelids and sat up. The hospital's white quilts, white walls, white tables, everywhere...the gray could be smelled by Xianyu.
The smell of death, the smell of pain, Xianyu shook her head and chuckled. She was so familiar with this place but how much she hated it.
Xianyu casually took the cold medicine, antipyretic medicine, and various medicines on the table, threw them into her mouth, and drank all the water in the cup. A strong smell of medicine spread around her nose, and Xianyu was violently
Cough.
Touching the medicine stains on her mouth, Xianyu opened the quilt and put on her shoes, stood up with support, and went back first. The hospital...the hospital is really not a place for people to stay. Even good people can be infected with the disease.
, besides, fainting from a cold is not a serious illness.
After gathering her mind, Xianyu walked to Yukimura's ward with some tangles, clenched her fist and wanted to knock on the door. For a long time, she froze in mid-air and stubbornly refused to put it down, but she did not dare to knock on the door.
Yukimura opened the door and saw Xianyu staying in front of his ward. He smiled slightly and said, "Good morning, Xianyu-san."
"Ah." The door opened so suddenly, Xianyu was startled, and put down her hand with some embarrassment, "Good morning, Yukimura-kun."
"Xianyu-san, what's the matter with coming to me so early?" Yukimura opened all the doors, stepped back to the door, and welcomed Xianyu into the house. His smile was gentle, warm, and light, just like in winter.
A warm cup of chocolate milk tea.
"I'm about to be discharged from the hospital." Xianyu sat on the chair, her voice waxy because of a cold, "I'm here to say goodbye to Yukimura-kun."
Yukimura looked at Xianyu with a hint of envy and longing in his eyes, "Xianyu, can I call you that?"
"Yeah." Xianyu nodded heavily after hearing this question. He was such an unconditionally warm person to her. If he wasn't qualified to call her by her name, who else would be qualified?
"Xianyu." There was a hint of melancholy and indifference in Yukimura's eyes, "You are so lucky, you just have a cold. I don't know how long it will take before I can be discharged from the hospital."
"Yukimura-kun will definitely be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible." Because you still have the tennis you love... your only tennis, your favorite tennis.
"Xianyu, can you call me Jingshi?" Yukimura looked at Xianyu with a burning gaze, as if he was expecting something, "By the way, Xianyu, I have a gift for you."
"Jing...Jingshi." Xianyu called his name awkwardly and embarrassedly, "Gift, I...I didn't prepare it."
