Chao Xuyang's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see that it was a message from Nanxixi.

"Thank you for helping Bei Yichen prepare ginger soup today."

A short sentence made a warm current swell in Chao Xuyang's heart. He stood at the door of the hotel and took a deep breath, feeling the air of the city smell a little sweet.

He replied, "Nothing, I just did what I was supposed to do.

I also hope that Brother Chen is in good health and doesn't catch a cold."

He looked at the screen of his phone, waiting for Nan Xixi's reply, it was a very simple greeting, but it left a deep mark in his heart.

He knew that at this moment, the distance between him and Nanxi was one step closer.

Chao Xuyang walked into the Internet celebrity dessert shop, the decoration of the store was exquisite and distinctive, full of sweetness and seductive atmosphere.

At a glance, he saw the signature cake in the display case, a delicate, colorful piece of food art.

The cake is a perfect size, with a delicate circular outline that perfectly shapes the cake, and the surface of the cake is covered with a layer of golden caramel that shimmers with a seductive sheen, like the golden glow seen by the rising sun, and the sweet aroma of caramel intertwines with the cold creamy aroma to create an irresistibly enticing taste.

The inside of the cake is filled with multiple layers of rich texture, each layer has a different flavor, the outermost layer is a sweet cream cake, the texture is dense and silky, each bite is like a sweet poem on the tip of the tongue, followed by a fresh fruit layer, the sweet flesh and slightly sour jam are intertwined, injecting fresh vitality into this cake, and the innermost layer is a rich chocolate cake, the mellow chocolate aroma spreads in the mouth, making people indulge in it.

When Chao Xuyang tasted this cake, he felt a wonderful experience that he had never experienced before.

Each bite seems to bloom on the tip of the tongue with a thousand flavors, sweet but not greasy, sour but not astringent, and every bite is full of surprises.

He looked at the cake in his hand and thought to himself, Bei Yichen would be very happy to eat this, so thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh alone.

Chao Xuyang quickly completed the process of buying the cake, and his movements were swift and decisive, like a well-planned battle.

He had already made his goals clear in the plan, and once decided, he did not hesitate to choose the cake as quickly as possible, and expressed his request to the clerk in a concise and clear sentence.

Holding the cake, like a soldier holding the banner of victory, he walked out of the shop and into the busy street.

His steps are like a precision clock, always steady and swift, and his stride forward is like a lightning bolt that pierces the silence of the air.

The lights of the hotel flickered behind him, and he ran towards it with an eager pace, his heart beating violently, his ardent desire for purpose.

His eyes were locked on the door of the hotel, the unknown world he was about to step into.

He rushed into the hotel with little patience to wait for the elevator. He couldn't hold back the eagerness in his heart, and directly chose the stairs and ran upstairs. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty stairwell, like a symphony of tension and excitement.

Finally, he arrived at his destination.

He stood in front of the door, holding the cake and took a deep breath.

Chao Xuyang quickly handed the cake in his hand to Bei Yichen and looked at him with a smile on his face.

What he gets, however, is a blank eye.

Bei Yichen's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were cold, as if he was reproaching Chao Xuyang's ignorance.

Chao Xuyang's smile froze on his face, he felt a little embarrassed, but he still kept smiling, hoping that all this was just a misunderstanding.

After Bei Yichen took the cake in Chao Xuyang's hand, he didn't let him in immediately, but closed the door with an irresistible force.

The solid door seemed to have become an eternal barrier separating the rising sun from the world inside, making it impossible for him to overcome.

Chao Xuyang stood outside the door, his eyes were full of helplessness, he shook his head, and shouted outside the door, "Brother Chen, that

I'm leaving."

"No."

Bei Yichen's voice came out from inside, and there was no sound after that.

Bei Yichen gently placed the delicate cake on the coffee table, and the faint creamy aroma and tempting fruit flavor instantly filled the entire space.

His gaze was involuntarily drawn past, and his thoughts were like floating cream foam, traveling through time and space, back to his childhood.

As a child, every time he learned to swim, he would run to that familiar shop with anticipation and gently order his favorite cake on the menu with his wet fingers.

At that time, he would always be eager to taste the first bite, and the sweet taste overflowed his mouth like the joy of success.

It was a unique memory, a unique taste.

After each swim, that piece of cake is not just a dessert, but an encouragement, a celebration.

It symbolizes the proof that he overcame difficulties and successfully completed his swimming lessons.

Bei Yichen picked up a fork, cut off a piece of cake, and put it in his mouth.

The familiar taste instantly spread in his mouth, like an old friend who had not been seen for a long time.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had returned to the scene of that hot summer day, when he had just finished his swimming lesson and walked towards the small shop covered in sweat and the joy of success.

He took a deep breath, his heart filled with gratitude.

Be grateful for that piece of cake, grateful for that beautiful memory, grateful for that childhood memory that will never fade.

At that moment, his heart was filled with anticipation for the future and nostalgia for the past.

He knew that no matter how many difficulties awaited him in the future, he had that good memory as encouragement.

Bei Yichen felt a little puzzled, and didn't understand why Chao Xuyang suddenly thought of buying a cake for Bei Yichen, he shouldn't know these things.

Regarding that he has such a habit, it seems that his mother knows only about it, but why does Chao Xuyang know, is it really just so coincidental?

He thought so, and suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind, thinking, maybe it really is.

Although he didn't tell Nan Xixi, his mother would definitely tell her such a secret thing.

Bei Yichen swallowed the delicious cake in one gulp, and in an instant, he felt a sweet taste explode in his mouth, falling on his heart like a light raindrop.

However, this sweetness did not bring him the pleasure he wanted, but was like a thick cloud that made his head begin to drowsy.

His steps became a little shaky, as if he were walking in a world that was constantly spinning.

He struggled to steady his pace and made his way to the bed.

Every step was like gliding on ice, and every swing made his head more dizzy.

Finally, he reached the bedside, and he collapsed, trying to find the peace he had lost for a long time.

His body sank into the soft futon, and a deep sense of sleepiness swept over him.

His consciousness floated in the darkness, as if in an endless ocean, with rough waves.

His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't resist the sleepiness, and he closed his eyes and let himself sink into this drowsy dream, hoping that this sleepiness would take away his pain, and that when he woke up the next moment, everything would be back to normal.

Unconsciously, Bei Yichen's consciousness gradually blurred, his body seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness, and an irresistible sense of sleepiness swept over.

He felt as if he was floating in mid-air, watching himself slowly sink into the abyss of dreams.

His breathing became lighter and his heart beat slower, as if he was disconnected from the world little by little.

Then, suddenly, he felt a biting cold.

The cold was like thousands of ice needles piercing his skin, making him shiver involuntarily, and his hand unconsciously reached out to the warm quilt, quickly pulling through the quilt and wrapping his body tightly.

The softness and warmth of the quilt reassured him, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on his face. Then, his consciousness sank into complete darkness and fell asleep.

When Bei Yichen woke up again, the world around him was already shrouded in darkness.

He looked up, and outside the window, the once bustling city had now become silent.

The glow of the street lamps appears somewhat hazy in the fog, painting a mysterious and calm color for this late night world.

He glanced at the clock at the head of his bed, and the numbers on it were already so deep in his retina: two o'clock in the morning.

This time seems to have silently revealed the depth and tranquility of the night.

Everything is immersed in the deep night, except for the second hand of the clock moving silently, making a faint ticking sound, as if telling the passage of time.

He sat up from his bed gently, feeling the coolness and tranquility of the night fill the air.

He put on a thin coat, stepped on a soft carpet, and walked to the window. He pushed open the window slightly, and a cool night breeze came in with the smell of the city, blowing across his face.

At this moment, he seems to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, blending with the sound of vehicles in the distance, constructing a symphony of late night.

At this moment, Bei Yichen felt something strange on his forehead, as if it was gently covered by a thin layer of flames.

He instinctively raised his hand, and the sensation of the touch told him that it was a sign of a fever.

His palms were slightly wet, like a fabled kraken, absorbing the heat from his body and converting them into waves of heat surging under his skin.

His heart raced like an enraged drumbeat, and each beat seemed to remind him that the body's resistance was going on at war.

He was a little confused, bothered by the sudden physical reaction.

He was not a man who was always sick, but at this moment, the heat wave that gushed out from under his skin made him feel an indescribable tiredness and weakness, and he put down his hand, and his heart was mixed, it was a double blow of body and mind, which made his mood complicated and heavy.