The look of surprise in Dong Xin's eyes flashed away, and she looked at Yan Yihan fixedly, she just said in a low voice, "Have you figured it out?"

Yan Yihan looked at the ceiling, she wished she could think clearly, but did anyone come to tell her, what should she do?

Shaking his head, Yan Yihan replied loudly, "I'm sorry Xia Dongyi, I don't know how to face him......"

Seven days with An Mubing in Bali, if she didn't say it, maybe Xia Dongyi would never know, as long as she wanted, they could continue to start as if nothing had happened. But some people, some things, can never be hidden.

Yan Yihan didn't know what kind of expression he was going to use to face Xia Dongyi after seeing him, he liked her so much, he said that he loved her...... But what about her, she wished she had never known everyone.

If God gave her another choice, she would rather live in the world of the poor for the rest of her life, rather than An Mubing and Xia Dongyi in her life, they are not from the same country, but God wants to twist them together, what should she do now? Unless she leaves......

Dong Xin returned to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that fell from the corners of Yan Yihan's eyes, she tried to persuade softly, "I know An Mubing is getting married, you are in a very bad mood now, but Yi Han, you must know that An Mubing is not the only one in your world, you also have to have your own life, to put it more bluntly, you are very sorry for Xia Dongyi now, how can you bear to let him be by your side for so long, and then break up with a word?"

Dong Xin's voice was not loud, but every word clearly reached Yan Yihan's ears, thinking of Xia Dongyi's face with a gentle smile and his heart that had already been hollowed out, he twitched inexplicably.

Resting her head on Dong Xin's lap, Yan Yihan curled up and buried her face in Dong Xin's waist and abdomen, she cried in a low voice, wanting to suppress it, but couldn't control it.

Dong Xin stretched out his hand and patted Yan Yihan's back, and said in a low voice, "I don't know who you are ...... to do it."

Yan Yihan cried for a long time, crying until he was tired, crying until he was sleepy, and fell asleep deeply, this sleep was a day and a night.

When she got up again, she was woken up by Dong Xin's voice, Dong Xin walked in with a tray and put a bowl of porridge and a few side dishes on the bedside table.

Yan Yihan only felt heavi, and his head was buzzing.

Dong Xin took a thermometer and put it in Yan Yihan's mouth, sat on the edge of the bed, and said loudly, "You have a fever!"

One day and one night, Yan Yihan's fever reached 39 degrees, which frightened Dong Xin to call Wei Ting, and the two found a doctor to go home, injected and prescribed medicine, and tossed for more than ten hours before Yan Yihan's condition stabilized a little.

Yan Yihan leaned on the soft pillow that Dong Xin placed for her, took the thermometer for a while, Dong Xin timed, and then took it out to see that it was a little more than thirty-seven degrees, which was normal.

"Eat something, take medicine in a moment!"

Dong Xin reached out and picked up the porridge bowl on the table, then scooped a spoonful and blew it, and then put it to Yan Yihan's lips.

Yan Yihan opened her mouth, took a bite, and when she swallowed, she couldn't help frowning, her throat seemed to have been cut open from the inside, and it hurt hotly.

She slept for a day and a night, not knowing anything, including Wei Ting and the doctor coming, including injections and medicines.

Maybe this is people's sense of self-protection, when encountering things that they don't want to face, the body will instinctively open the net of defense, cover her whole person inside, and use an almost self-enclosed way to avoid the harm that the outside world may cause to her.

Just took a bite, Yan Yihan reached out and pushed away the bowl that Dong Xin brought, shook his head, Dong Xin put the porridge bowl aside, and said loudly, "Your throat is inflamed, and the doctor said that it will take a few days of injections to get better!"

Yan Yihan didn't say anything, just hung his head quietly, and his already fair face looked transparent because of his poor health.

Dong Xin looked at Yan Yihan, and after a long while, he said loudly, "Xia Dongyi called and asked if you had come back, and I said that you haven't ...... When are you going to meet him?"

Hearing Xia Dongyi's name, Yan Yihan's fingers shook subconsciously, she desperately wanted to escape, but as soon as she opened her eyes, everything would still come up in a rush.

Holding back the sore throat, Yan Yihan's hoarse voice came, "I'll tell him ......"

Dong Xin looked at Yan Yihan and said loudly, "Don't be in a hurry to see him, you have been recuperating at home these days, and you have clearly thought about what to do between you in the future, don't break up easily, your so-called letting go may be the biggest harm to Xia Dongyi!"

Dong Xin stood up, instructed Yan Yihan to eat something for a while, and then walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Yan Yihan glanced sideways at her watch, it was eight o'clock in the morning, Dong Xin had never been able to get up early, but for her to get up early to cook, she had to worry about her, all along, she didn't want to cause trouble to the people around her, she thought that everything she did was for the good of the people around her, but in the end, she found out that in fact, the most selfish person was her.

Maybe Dong Xin didn't say anything to death just now, to put it bluntly, she just wanted to tell her not to willfully inflict her indulgence on Xia Dongyi's pain.

Yan Yihan took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally edited a text message, and then sent it to Xia Dongyi.

One minute, two minutes, an hour...... Xia Dongyi never returned, and Yan Yihan's uneasy heart began to become calm, which can also be said to be dead silence.

Xia Dongyi didn't reply, not even a text message, she annoyed him after all, didn't she?

Her nose was very sore, Yan Yihan held back the tears that came out of her eyes, and reached out to pick up the porridge bowl on the side, she seemed to stubbornly press down something, so she ate it in a big gulp.

The cold porridge flowed down the hot throat and eyes, pulling up a tearing pain, but the pain on it seemed to relieve the pain in his heart to some extent, so Yan Yihan kept eating and eating until he wanted to vomit.

Reaching out to cover his mouth, he almost rolled out of bed, Yan Yihan ran to the bathroom, spit out all the things he had eaten, and lay on the edge of the sink, Yan Yihan was a little prostration, her body was weak, she slowly raised her head, and saw herself with a thin chin in the mirror, she was in a trance, as if she didn't know it.

Reaching out to turn on the faucet to the maximum, the room was filled with the sound of rushing water, and Yan Yihan just stood dumbfounded, looking at himself in the mirror.

Such a scene, as if I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while, and I always felt that it was déjà vu.