Cen Jin took the bag of medicine upstairs to the second floor and stood in front of Jiang Baizhou’s room. She knocked politely with her knuckles, but there was no response from within. After waiting for about ten seconds, Cen Jin knocked a second time, and there was still no response. Hesitating slightly for another ten seconds, she raised her hand to knock a third time.
Before she could finish knocking, the door suddenly swung open with a ’whoosh,’ and a tall, dark figure appeared, along with a very impatient and cold handsome face. "What do you want? I already said I..." The cold tone of mild anger and annoyance in his icy eyes came to an abrupt stop when they fell on the familiar, pretty, fair face, and his expression froze.
"Um... how are you?" Cen Jin looked at his shocked expression, giggled awkwardly, and raised the bag of medicine in her hand. "Well, I heard you caught a cold, so I specially bought you some medicine for it."
Jiang Baizhou put away his surprised look, reverted to his previous cold gaze, but the impatience in his eyes had already dissipated, replaced by a hint of mild warmth. His tone was much calmer now. "Who told you that?"
"Uh, well... My mom and I just happened to be at the supermarket today when she mentioned you had a cold and a fever but refused to go to the hospital or take medicine." Cen Jin touched her nose, and as she spoke, she became more justified, her confidence growing. She even glared at him. "I’m telling you, how old are you now? Getting sick and still acting like a child. Not taking medicine won’t do. It’s a fever! What if it damages your brain?"
Jiang Baizhou looked at her in silence, his dark eyes revealing nothing of what he was thinking.
Being stared at , Cen Jin suddenly felt a bit deflated and awkwardly coughed twice. "Why are you staring at me? I’m not wrong. Who’s like you, catches a cold, and still needs their parents to worry about you taking medicine or getting injections?"
"I haven’t let them worry."
"Then who do you want to worry about you?"
"Huh?" Cen Jin was taken aback by his words. "I... "
Jiang Baizhou suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice forcefully. "Cough, cough, come in first! Are you planning to stand at the door and talk to me?"
"Oh, okay." Cen Jin immediately walked in, and as soon as she turned around, she saw him close the door. His hand rested in his pants pocket, and he didn’t look well. Cen Jin instinctively moved her feet as if compelled by some invisible force, and walked up to him. She stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch his forehead.
The cool, very soft palm touched his forehead, and Jiang Baizhou was taken aback, just like last time in the hospital when she suddenly used a handkerchief to wipe the rainwater off his face. A small sense of joy climbed up in his heart.
"There’s no fever now, but I see you’re coughing quite a bit!" Cen Jin, without thinking too much, naturally withdrew her hand and started searching for the cough and anti-inflammatory medicine in the bag in her other hand. She found them and handed them to him. "I bought you cough suppressants and anti-inflammatory medicine. You should take these. They’re three times a day. I asked the pharmacist; she said they’re not very bitter."
"Hmm?" Hearing him call her full name, Cen Jin looked up at him, her clear and transparent eyes full of confusion and puzzlement. "What is it?"
"Did you come today out of guilt or something else?" he asked seriously, his eyes intently reflecting her pretty face, with nothing else in his gaze but her.
Cen Jin was taken aback again, her red lips moved slightly, her grip on the bag tightened a little, as if she was brewing some kind of courage. "You caught a cold because you took my mom to the hospital, so I naturally feel bad about it, and... and I..."