Indeed, it was she, abandoned in time, without parents, only He Zhilan of the He Family.
When she wakes up tomorrow, she will be a brand new He Zhilan, no longer needing to bend over backwards, desperately utilizing people’s kindness to her, all to find them.
The night’s silence was lonely, the moon outside the window observed the joys and sorrows, sentimental parting, emotional reunion below with a cold indifference, yet it remained still, flaunting its most beautiful posture.
When Jiang Biyun and Chen Xiting returned from outside, they found the person on the bed already asleep deeply, so they carefully left their food on He Zhilan’s desk. After Wang Bingbing and Huang Cai entered the room, they both made a hush gesture to them to avoid disturbing the peacefully sleeping He Zhilan.
The night passed quietly.
Early in the morning, Huang Cai and Wang Bingbing went to the cafeteria to continue their part-time jobs. When Jiang Biyun and Chen Xiting got up, they saw that He Zhilan was still resting, considering her exhaustion yesterday and uncertain if she had rested well last night, they decided not to wake He Zhilan.
After they had breakfast, they went on their separate ways. Jiang Biyun went to check on Lin Deng to find out about what had happened at Lord Gu’s birthday banquet, while Chen Xiting brought back a breakfast to the dormitory to accompany the still dreaming He Zhilan.
In the cold weather, Chen Xiting climbed He Zhilan’s bunk bed to wake her up, worried that her packed porridge would cool down. "Time to wake up, little pig! It’s time for breakfast! You haven’t eaten anything from last night till now. If you don’t eat on time in the morning, be careful of stomachache!"
Chen Xiting had never spoken with such gentleness in her life before. At this moment, He Zhilan was just a pitiful little thing in her eyes who needed comfort. Thus, her voice was naturally very soft.
Seeing no response from the lying one, Chen Xiting reached out to push He Zhilan, only to discover that He Zhilan had a habit of snuggling herself completely under the covers during sleep. Her hand accidentally brushed against He Zhilan’s face, and she was startled.
"He Zhilan, are you sick?" Chen Xiting was shocked. In such cold weather, He Zhilan was sweating profusely. Not only that, her face was burning hot, with an abnormal flush on her cheeks. Touching He Zhilan’s palms, they felt ice-cold!
Chen Xiting thought back to the last time when He Zhilan fell severely ill the day after she went out with Gu En. Was it going to be the same this time?
"He Zhilan, wake up!" Chen Xiting’s fright almost caused her to roll off the top bed. When she finally woke the sleeping person, she let out a sigh of relief, "He Zhilan, how do you feel now?"
"Dizzy, feeling weak, just like last time. My entire body feels uncomfortable, light-headed but heavy-footed." He Zhilan’s voice was very hoarse, and she struggled to keep her eyes open as she spoke, "Am I sick again?"
"You have a high fever!" Chen Xiting nodded, "Looking at you now, you definitely can’t get up. I’ll help you down first, so you can sleep on Huang Cai or Wang Bingbing’s bed. Otherwise, you might roll down later. Then, I’ll go to the school clinic to get some fever medicine for you."
He Zhilan was in a daze, her head buzzing. She could only understand half of what Chen Xiting was saying and vaguely nodded her head in response, then allowed Chen Xiting to help her up.
Although He Zhilan was very thin, getting her, who was almost in a stupor, down from the bunk bed proved to be quite a task for Chen Xiting. In fact, they both nearly rolled down from the top bed together.