Ye Mingmei’s beautiful eyes blinked, as if she hadn’t processed it.

When she came to her senses, she instinctively reached out and pinched her thigh, wondering if she was dreaming.

Then she widened her eyes.

Just as fear surfaced in her eyes and she wanted to scream, she saw Yu Xiuzhun smoothly retreat from her side.

The handsome figure moved back about a meter, mischievous eyes fixed on her fearful face, without saying anything, turned and walked away.

The entire process lasted less than a minute.

Ye Mingmei was still stunned as she watched the door to the hospital room open and close.

Yu Xiuzhun’s figure vanished from her sight.

So quickly...

So quick that she kept the same posture for half an hour, unable to believe what she had seen.

She almost doubted whether she was hallucinating.

He actually left just like that...

Ye Mingmei seemed to see something akin to loneliness on his face...

"Mingmei, what are you doing, why are you pinching yourself?" Su Yiru pushed open the door, frowning.

Seeing Ye Mingmei’s hand still on her thigh, Su Yiru hurried forward.

"Nothing, nothing, I just had a nightmare and pinched myself awake," Ye Mingmei explained slowly, concealing the panic in her eyes.

She reached out to take the porridge Su Yiru brought back.

As she drank, the scene from a moment ago kept flashing in her mind.

Was Yu Xiuzhun here to see her?

But why did he leave without saying a word?

And looking at him, he seemed very unhappy.

Ye Mingmei frowned, surprised.

This was the second time Yu Xiuzhun spared her.

Before, whenever she was in his presence, Ye Mingmei was too scared to speak or move.

Until he chased her to Paris, holding her all night in the hotel without forcing anything.

And just now...

That gentle kiss, if told that person was Yu Xiuzhun, she probably wouldn’t believe it even if beaten to death.

It’s strange enough that Yu Xiuzhun would have a conscience to visit her, let alone kiss her.

A brief, gentle kiss without any implication, yet inexplicably comforting.

She seemed to taste a hint of concern.

But the person was Yu Xiuzhun, how could he do such a thing?!

"Mingmei, Mingmei? What are you thinking, the porridge is cold already, and you’re still staring at it." Su Yiru was worried, seeing Ye Mingmei frequently lost in thought.

"Is your head still hurting? I’ll call the doctor."

"I’m fine, I was just thinking," Ye Mingmei started, quickly reaching out to pull Su Yiru.

"What are you thinking about that you forget to eat, really, health comes first, don’t let mom worry." Su Yiru scolded her a bit more, only stopping when Ye Mingmei obediently finished her porridge.

She tucked the blanket corner for her, advised her to sleep, and sat nearby reading the newspaper.

Ye Mingmei lay on the hospital bed, feeling drowsy, yet her mind was exceptionally clear.

She was sure that what happened just now wasn’t a hallucination, Yu Xiuzhun must’ve gone mad.

It had to be.

Who beats someone, then hypocritically comes to see them.

If you’re going to visit, get caught and don’t even apologize, and just leave like that.

She actually thought about it here for quite a while.

Ye Mingmei wished she could slap herself, make herself wake up.

Finally, she could only pull the quilt over her head, wrapping herself from head to toe.

Telling herself not to think about it.

...

Outside the hospital.

Yu Xiuzhun’s handsome figure stopped before the statue in the square.