After learning from the second brother that Nan Jin's illness had been solved, Murong Qiao's mood was also lighter.

She thought of the person in the Nan family who gave her snacks, and thought of Nan Jin, and a conjecture suddenly appeared in her heart.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and a slight sound woke up Nan Jin who was sleeping lightly.

It was the nurse who came in and gave him a new bottle of drip.

"You look in good spirits." The nurse greeted the person as usual.

Murong Qiao bought a nurse and asked the nurse to chat with Nan Jin, and it was this nurse who was talking to Nan Jin for the past two days, and the two gradually became acquainted.

"Ahem." Nan Jin was about to answer, but a heavy cough reached his mouth first.

The nurse was not surprised by such a scene, and handed Nan Jin a handkerchief intimately.

"Thank you." Nan Jin politely thanked him and took the handkerchief.

"Why don't you see anyone come to see you?" The nurse asked him.

Nan Jin shook her head, looking like she didn't want to say more.

"Don't the family know about you?" The nurse pretended to be curious and asked at once, and immediately hooked up Nan Jin's memories.

He smiled wryly, without nodding or shaking his head.

"Almost," Nan Jin sighed, "I felt like I had made a mistake, so I came out alone."

"I used to be very bad for my sister, I didn't have any care and concern for her as an older brother, I was confused, I didn't know what I was doing." Nan Jin said word by word, his eyes were empty somewhere, and he unconsciously fell into memories.

In the past, in the Nan family, Nan Jin was also a member of the bullying of Nan Qiao, and even Nan Yu relied on his liking and did a lot of things to make Nan Qiao worse.

Nan Jin didn't care about these at that time.

"Once I saw that my sister hadn't eaten, I quietly hung snacks at her door." Nan Jin thought of that incident, and felt guilty in her heart. "But I didn't notice that the snack was expired, and as a result, she ran to the toilet the next day and had diarrhea, and her body was very uncomfortable."

He didn't expect that there would be a problem with snacks at that time, but his kindness hurt Nan Qiao enough.

Even now when she thinks about it, Nan Jin still feels that it is her own problem.

If I had been more careful at that time, how could my sister have suffered so much?

The nurse didn't say anything, and quietly listened to Nan Jin tell about his past.

And Murong Qiao, who was standing outside the door of the ward, also took in Nan Jin's words word for word.

When she heard that Nan Jin was the one who hung the snacks at her door, Murong Qiao faintly felt a sour feeling in her heart.

She didn't expect it to be Nan Jin, but she didn't think it was very surprising.

Murong Qiao finally solved the doubts in his heart, so he didn't stay at the door of the ward for long, and went back home.

However, because of this incident, Murong Qiao also had a slight change in his opinion of Nan Jin.

The day after returning home, Murong Qiao went to the hospital again, but this time he brought a chicken soup for Nan Jin.

"Won't you give it to him personally?" The nurse looked at the chicken soup that had been placed in her hands.

She thought that she would have nothing to do with herself after asking the question yesterday, but she didn't expect Murong Qiao to find herself again today and ask her to help bring chicken soup to the patient.

"Don't say I asked you to send it." Murong Qiao shook his head.

Since he knew yesterday that Nan Jin was the one who was good to him, Murong Qiao's mood was a little indescribably complicated, and he hadn't sorted out his thoughts at this time.

"I see." The nurse didn't ask much and went into the ward with chicken soup.

Nan Jin looked at the chicken soup in the nurse's hand, thinking that the nurse gave it to him to drink, so he didn't ask anything more and slowly drank the chicken soup.

Murong Qiao didn't stay in the hospital any longer, and she didn't want to go home, she casually found an exit and walked along the street outside.

She only felt that there were many things in her head, and she felt that her thoughts were empty and she couldn't think of anything, and melancholy carried her like a gust of wind, pulling herself aimlessly through the streets.

Murong Qiao leaned against the side of the street, lowered his head to look at the bricks under his feet, and suddenly bumped into someone.

"Right—"

She subconsciously raised her head and apologized, and bumped into Huo Yichen's gaze.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly remembered the scene when they were in their third year of high school, when they promised to take the university entrance examination together, and saw each other's surprised eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"It's a coincidence, I can run into you wherever I go." Murong Qiao said hello first.

She didn't expect that she would be able to meet Huo Yichen in a hurry, and while she felt that it was fate, she felt a little strange in her heart.

The confession of being confessed by Huo Yichen in class before was still vivid, and Murong Qiao thought that if she saw Huo Yichen again, she would feel more or less embarrassed, but this meeting did not make her feel this way.

She looked at Huo Yichen standing in front of her, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and embarrassed, and even had some indescribable relaxation.

Murong Qiao was a little unsure, and felt that he might like Huo Yichen a little, so he felt like this.

There is no coincidence in this world, it is just that I have been following her.

Huo Yichen put aside his deliberate behavior of colliding with the other party, and just laughed lightly.

He didn't hide his intentions, his eyes looked at Murong Qiao with obvious happiness in his eyes.

Hearing him say this, Murong Qiao smiled and counted it as a response, but his state was obviously not as good as what he had seen in school before.

Huo Yichen noticed that Murong Qiao's mood didn't seem to be high, and guessed if she had encountered something unhappy, so he didn't ask much.

"Let's go together?" He proposed.

Murong Qiao didn't have much to do, so he nodded and agreed.

The one-person walk turned into two people, and seeing that Murong Qiao didn't have much to go, Huo Yichen directly took Murong Qiao to the video game city in the nearby shopping mall.

There was a gurgling sound in his ears, Murong Qiao looked at the two big bags of game coins that Huo Yichen had just exchanged, and was pulled to the shooting area in the next second.

"Who voted more?" Huo Yichen picked up a basketball and slapped it twice in his hand, then turned his head to look at Murong Qiao beside him, with a little provocation in his tone.

Murong Qiao's originally depressed mood gradually disappeared after entering the video game city, and when he heard Huo Yichen competing with him, he couldn't help but smile and agree.

However, before the two sides played, Murong Qiao had to learn how to shoot first.

"I'll teach you." Huo Yichen stood behind Murong Qiao, his hands overlapping with the opponent's position, and helped adjust Murong Qiao's shooting posture.

The bodies of the two were almost close together, the heat spread from Huo Yichen's chest to her back, and Murong Qiao's attention was also unfocused, and there were several mistakes.

"Wrist straight." Huo Yichen didn't seem to notice Murong Qiao's abnormality at all, and seemed to be very focused on his teaching.

Murong Qiao felt the heat sprayed in his ears as the other party spoke, only to feel that his waist was itching terribly, and his body was soft.

She felt that something was wrong, but as soon as she looked up at Huo Yichen, she felt like she was too careful.

Murong Qiao tried to focus on the rebound in front of her, but the physical contact made her face redder and redder.

"I learned." In the end, she really couldn't stand such a "torment", and took the initiative to end it, not noticing the regret that flashed on Huo Yichen's face.

(End of chapter)