Dong Xin Yan couldn’t answer him, covering her head with her hand, she couldn’t help but let out a low moan, her face turning paler bit by bit, cold sweat also beginning to slowly seep from her forehead.
Gu Ningyi immediately stood up, circled the table to walk towards her, reaching out to support her when another pair of hands almost simultaneously stretched out, followed by a gentle yet worried anxious voice ringing out, "Xinxin, does it hurt again?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Dong Xin Yan struggled to lift her eyes, "Zi... Ziyang? You, why are you here?"
Cheng Ziyang stood beside her chair, his breath somewhat uneven, his face a bit pale, lips vividly red, slightly panting, like he had hurried over, the breath he exhaled still carried a large cloud of white mist.
"I came to pick you up." Cheng Ziyang replied tersely, his eyes full of worry, "Xinxin, how are you?"
"Headache." Dong Xin Yan’s voice was very weak, she let out a low sound, then naturally extended her hand, placing it in Cheng Ziyang’s palm.
Gu Ningyi stood on the other side, his outstretched hand just frozen in mid-air.
He watched as Cheng Ziyang’s palm wrapped around hers, exerting a slight force, Dong Xin Yan naturally leaned into his embrace, his other arm stretched out, wrapping around her shoulders, holding her protectively, walking step by step towards the outside.
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His dark eyes moved extremely slowly, his gaze falling on their intertwined back, his pupils slightly contracting.
This scene was not unfamiliar to him at all.
Back in university, wherever Cheng Ziyang appeared, in Dong Xin Yan’s heart and eyes, he was the only one left, she could see nothing else.
Once, she couldn’t see his agitation and anxiety, now... she equally couldn’t see his sadness and sorrow.
He was never afraid of Cheng Ziyang, but he feared her.
Just now, when he went to support her, despite her pain, she didn’t give her hand to him, yet Cheng Ziyang, at the first moment, without hesitation, such trust, such reliance.
But... the one who appeared in her life first was clearly him. Clearly, he once could feel her affection...
Why is it now not him who walks hand in hand with her?
He really wanted to chase after them, wanted to pull Dong Xin Yan away from Cheng Ziyang’s arms, but his feet just couldn’t move.
Because... he didn’t even have the right to chase after them.
Cheng Ziyang held onto Dong Xin Yan, walking farther and farther away, he stood there rigidly, his face dark, sadness silently staining his eyes.
Inside the café, snowflakes gradually drifted down, little by little, like white tear flowers.
Cheng Ziyang supported Dong Xin Yan to his car, opened the passenger side door, carefully helped her in, closed the door, then quickly ran to the driver’s side, got in, turned his head to glance at Dong Xin Yan, her complexion growing even paler, her lips almost drained of color, he hurriedly leaned over, pulled over the seatbelt to buckle her in, gently brushed her face, softly said, "Xinxin, hang in there, I’ll take you to the hospital now."
With that, he straightened his body, started the engine, shifted gears, then forcefully stepped on the gas, the car shot out rapidly.
Gu Ningyi walked out of the café afterwards, he was without a scarf or coat, only a black sweater, completely inadequate against the cold, but he seemed as if he didn’t feel anything.