In the second half of sophomore year, the person Lu Shishu liked suddenly disappeared, it was an unexpected breakup. At that time, Lu Shishu, who was so lively, cheerful, and loved having fun, suddenly sank into a low point. Later, her personality changed drastically. While Cen Jin felt heartache for Lu Shishu, the first person she thought of was Jiang Baizhou.
Knowing that Lu Shishu broke up, she wondered what Jiang Baizhou would feel, if he would take the opportunity to confess to Lu Shishu?
But Jiang Baizhou was much calmer than she imagined, offering no excessive consolation, just sitting there quietly, watching her, Lu Shishu, and Yu Feici fooling around.
Cen Jin always tried to guess what he was thinking, but she never got it right, leaving her unable to discern Jiang Baizhou’s true feelings towards Lu Shishu.
Over the years, since then, Lu Shishu hadn’t been in a relationship. No matter what kind of man confessed to her, she remained indifferent. Jiang Baizhou was the same. Countless girls pursued him, but he still didn’t date anyone, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.
This became a thorn that Cen Jin couldn’t move past. She struggled countless times, but ultimately, she compromised with this fact.
Lu Shishu was her best friend; she couldn’t hate or blame her.
Besides, there’s no early or late in love, and you can’t control liking someone. Just like her, she liked Jiang Baizhou, knowing well that he liked someone, knowing it’s impossible, but still couldn’t restrain herself from liking him.
Thinking of this past event, Cen Jin’s mood suddenly turned gloomy, with the color in her eyes fading away. Suddenly, a crisp notification sound interrupted her thoughts. She took her phone out of her bag and found a WeChat message from Ye Lingran, asking if she was back.
Looking at her leg, Cen Jin thought for a moment. Knowing she’d find out sooner or later, she decided not to hide it and sent a photo along with a crying emoji.
As expected, Ye Lingran quickly replied. Before she could type, the phone rang. Cen Jin smiled helplessly and picked it up, hearing Ye Lingran’s worried voice on the other end: "Cen Jin, what’s wrong? How did your leg end up like that?"
Cen Jin sighed and briefly explained what happened. After hearing it, Ye Lingran felt very guilty, thinking she should have stayed to wait with her.
After chatting for a while, Ye Lingran was relieved when she said it wasn’t a big deal. A few minutes later, Cen Jin hung up the phone, just as Jiang Baizhou returned with the medicine.
Seeing the fine sweat on his forehead and his slightly labored breathing, Cen Jin felt guilty: "Did you run over there?"
Jiang Baizhou calmed his breath a bit, walked silently to the bedside, then crouched down, took the medicine and cotton swabs from the white bag, and glanced up at her: "Put your foot over here."
Hearing this, Cen Jin stretched her foot toward him a little. The cold medicinal liquid on the wound caused a sudden stabbing pain where there had been no pain before.
"Does it hurt?" Noticing her subconscious flinch, Jiang Baizhou pressed his cool lips tight, frowning as he asked.
"A bit." Cen Jin drooped her little face, showing no intention of hiding in front of him.
Jiang Baizhou’s hand paused while applying the medicine. A few seconds later, he leaned forward slightly, and gently blew on the wound on her foot with his cool lips.