Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
She instinctively wanted to stop it, but a pair of warm hands held her in place. The needle head went deeper and deeper into her skin like it was about to reach bone. Following the spread of the medicine, the pain was amplified endlessly. Song Qingchun could not help but cry in pain and mumble softly,
Hurts…
The man holding her patted her lightly and kindly on her back and softly whispered to her,
Endure it a little bit longer, it’ll be better soon…
Soon?
But the longer she endured, the sharper the pain. Her whole body started to shake, and layers of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Done?
It was still the kind guy who spoke. Following his question, a fuzzy substance that felt like a towel landed on her forehead to wipe away her cold sweat.
Soon…
This time it was a cold-sounding female voice who replied. After that, Song Qingchun felt the needle being extracted from her shoulder and the press of a cotton ball on the wound.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Song Qingchun felt the man who had been holding her rearranging her clothes and putting her back into bed before leaving to converse with the female voice. She vaguely heard mention of three times every day and two doses each intake. Finally, there was the sound of footsteps leaving.
After who knew how long, Song Qingchun heard the sound of someone approaching, then the fall of another cotton blanket on her body. Following which, the spot next to her sunk, like someone had just sat on it.
She waited for some time, but the person beside her did not say a word. She wanted to open her eyes to take a look, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull her eyes open. Before long, the effect of the medicine took over, and she went back into sleep.
…
When Song Qingchun opened her eyes next, the sky outside the window was already dark.
Her throat was parched. She looked around the room and noticed a kettle sitting on the bedside table. She struggled up, pulled the cover back, and got out of bed. There were no slippers beside the bed, so she had no choice but to walk barefooted across the cold floor to reach it.
She remembered heading to City Clubhouse as per her boss’ request to take something. After that, she came across Su Zhinian, and then she fainted…
She could remember rather fuzzily, someone taking care of her when she was unconscious… wiping her sweat and feeding her water… so she was inside the apartment of the person who saved her?
Song Qingchun thought about it for a few seconds before putting the cup of water down and walking out of the bedroom in her bare feet.
The living room was empty, and only the lights in the dining room were on. There were sounds coming from the kitchen.
Without much thought, Song Qingchun headed toward the kitchen. Just as she passed the living room sofa, the kitchen door was pushed open, and the sound of soup being boiled drifted out through the open door. Song Qingchun saw Qin Yinan, who was wearing an apron, walk out of it with a plate in his hand.
Song Qingchun called out as per her habit,
Brother Yinan.
Qin Yinan raised his head upon hearing her voice. Looking at Song Qingchun standing in his living room, Qin Yinan’s face broke into a gentle and fine smile.
You’re awake?
