In the living room, only one wall lamp was on, emitting a faint glow. The light was very dim, yet she could clearly see Cheng Ziyang’s complexion, as pale as paper.
Dong Xin Yan was startled; she had never seen him before, not even when Aunt Cheng was sick did he look so bad.
A trace of worry quickly flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly spoke, "Ziyang, what’s wrong? Why do you look so awful?"
Cheng Ziyang sat motionless, showing no reaction, as if his entire soul had been taken away.
Dong Xin Yan’s voice trembled slightly. She gently reached out, touching him, "Ziyang...."
In the deep silence of the night, a cold breeze seeped in through a poorly closed window. Although the indoor heating was ample, Cheng Ziyang still shivered from the cold.
His body was not cold, but his heart was ice cold to the extreme.
"Xinxin." Cheng Ziyang slowly began to speak, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a deep heaviness.
"Hmm." Dong Xin Yan watched him anxiously, scrutinizing him, "Ziyang, are you feeling unwell?" This text is hosted at novel⦿fire.net
As she spoke, she reached out to touch his forehead, which was not as feverish as she had imagined, but ice-cold, strangely cold. "I’m fine."
Cheng Ziyang took Dong Xin Yan’s hand off his forehead, replying lightly, forcing a smile at her, and said, "Xinxin, it’s very late. If there’s something, can we talk about it tomorrow? Go back to sleep."
"Ziyang!" Dong Xin Yan sat on the sofa, unwilling to get up. How could he seem like he’s okay in this state?
For the first time, Cheng Ziyang went against her wishes, stubbornly saying, "Xinxin, be good, go back to sleep."
He had always been gentle, but once he became firm, he could be extremely firm.
Dong Xin Yan felt reluctant but seeing Cheng Ziyang’s pale face, she opened her mouth but still couldn’t say anything. She slowly stood up, looking back every few steps as she returned to the bedroom.
She lay back on the bed, but without a hint of sleepiness. Ziyang’s unusual behavior, along with her own doubts about her memory, kept lingering in her mind, preventing her from understanding anything. The more she thought about it, the more her head began to ache.
After Dong Xin Yan left, the living room gradually quieted down. Cheng Ziyang sat there rigidly, thinking for a long time, hesitating for a long time, and finally, he couldn’t resist the longing in his heart.
He didn’t want to lose her.
Cheng Ziyang’s hands clenched tightly bit by bit, then released. He took out his phone, fingers trembling slightly, and dialed a number. The line rang for quite a while before being answered, but before the other side could speak, Cheng Ziyang urgently began, afraid he might regret it, "Zhou Yalin, I agree."
The sleepless were not just Dong Xin Yan and Cheng Ziyang. On the other side of the city, Gu Ningyi was also utterly unable to close his eyes.
He leaned against the headboard, looking at the investigation report he knew by heart, his tightly furrowed brow had not relaxed.
Today he went to the hospital only out of concern for Dong Xin Yan, wanting to find out what was wrong with her, and so he sought out the doctor who had seen her. However, hospital regulations prohibited the doctor from divulging patient privacy, so he could only inquire about the general situation.
Dong Xin Yan had a headache, and it was due to an old condition.
He once had an old condition with his eyes, but how could Dong Xin Yan also have an old condition? She had always been a healthy child from a young age.
Anyway, before she left the Gu Family, she didn’t have this problem, so it must have developed after she left...?