Bei Yichen, a young man who is energetic and energetic on weekdays, is sick and bedridden at the moment, tormented by waves of chills and high temperatures, his forehead is hot, like a stone scorched by the scorching sun, revealing an unbearable pain, his face is pale, it is a kind of bloodshed, weak paleness, like snow in winter, lacking the color of life.

There was a bit of helplessness in his eyes, which was helplessness about his health and helplessness about life. The corners of his mouth pulled down slightly, revealing an indescribable bitterness. He knew that he had to face reality and face this sudden illness.

His body twisted on the bed, it was a painful struggle, it was the ravages of illness. His fingers gripped the sheets tightly, as if he were grasping at a life-saving straw, hoping to ease his pain in this way. His breathing was rapid, and with each breath was a deep sigh, as if lamenting the fragility of his own life.

His heart was full of helplessness, Bei Yichen could only watch himself being tortured by illness at the moment, but he couldn't do anything about it. He knew that he had to be strong and he had to be brave enough to face it all. Because he can't let himself be knocked down by illness, he still has too many things to do, too many people need him.

However, even so, his heart was still full of helplessness. Because he knows that this disease may cost him some precious time and may even change the course of his life. He didn't know if he would be able to recover soon, if he would be able to return to a normal life. This helplessness and helplessness was like an insurmountable mountain, which overwhelmed him.

Bei Yichen picked up the mobile phone in his hand, and the cold light of the screen illuminated his tired face. His fingers slid lightly across the screen, stopping at Chao Xuyang's name. It was a name he had kept deep in his heart, a name he wanted to tell him in the simplest way possible in this silent night.

His fingers stopped on Chao Xuyang's name for a long time, but he didn't press the dial button after all. He looked up at the window, and the moonlight sprinkled on the windowsill like water, reflecting his inner world. He sighed softly, a faint sigh falling like a leaf in the silence of the night.

He lowered his head and looked at Chao Xuyang's name on the phone screen, and a complicated emotion surged in his heart. He knew that if he called now, he might disturb Chao Xuyang. He imagined Chao Xuyang's sleepy eyes on the other end of the phone, and the doubts and worries that might arise because of his phone.

Bei Yichen hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to call. He gently put down his phone, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked out the window at the moonlight. He knew that when he woke up tomorrow, everything would be fine. He would find a suitable time to tell Chao Xuyang that he had a fever. But now, he needs to rest, he needs to regain his strength.

In the silence of the night, Bei Yichen closed his eyes. His heartbeat echoed in the silent night, the melody of life, the note of hope. He knows that no matter when and where, no matter what difficulties he encounters, he has the strength to face them. Because he knew that he was waiting for a call, for someone who could tell him, "I've always been."

Bei Yichen slowly sat up from the bed and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. The light in the room was warm and soft, and he glanced at the time, late at night, and a new day had quietly begun.

He stepped barefoot on the carpet, walked to the refrigerator in the living room, and took out a bottle of chilled mineral water. He held the water bottle, the cold glass bottle refreshing him. He gently unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a large gulp, the crisp cold water sliding down his throat and bringing a heart-deep coolness.

After drinking the water, he patted his stomach lightly, feeling that his spirit had recovered a little. So he walked in the direction of the bathroom, which was a clean and bright place, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of bathing.

He stood in front of the mirror and looked deeply at his own reflection. There was a hint of weariness in his eyes, but they were still firm and bright. He frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, and then he gently turned on the faucet and began to wash his face and brush his teeth.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he felt much refreshed. He looked down at his clothes and decided he needed to change. So he went to the closet, opened the door, and picked out a clean garment from inside.

After changing his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror again, scrutinizing

own image. He is not demanding of his appearance, but the necessary neatness and decency are his basic requirements for himself.

Bei Yichen stood under the shower shower, and the hot water flowed from head to toe, taking away the sweat and exhaustion from his body. He closed his eyes, as if he could feel the heat moving away from him. The hot water relaxes his body and brings him a sense of peace of mind.

He let the water run through his body, as if it were flushing the heat out of his body. He imagined that the hot summer sun was replaced by hot water, that the heat wave was leaving him, and that the heat carried away by the current was gradually dissipating.

After taking a bath, Bei Yichen felt a lot more refreshed. He walked out of the bathroom and found that the temperature had cooled down. The stuffy air has been replaced by a cool breath. He felt a breeze blow through his skin, taking away the last of the heat.

He looked up out the window, and the stars in the sky began to twinkle.

He felt a sense of comfort and serenity that he had never felt before, as if the whole world had become cooler.

Bei Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying this rare comfort.

Bei Yichen slowly walked out of the bathroom, and the steaming bathroom seemed to have washed away every tiredness on his body. His skin shimmered with a healthy glow in the light, the freshness and cleanliness of a freshly bathed shower. His body seemed to call for the warmth of the bed, so he climbed into the bed again, and the soft bedding seemed to be his safe haven.

He lay down gently, the mattress sinking slightly under his body, and the warm quilt wrapped him up like a warm hug. His body stretched out on the soft mattress, and the muscles of his body let out a moan of satisfaction as they relaxed. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, feeling a heavy sleepiness coming over him.

His mind blurred, his consciousness floating in the warm darkness. He told himself that when he woke up tomorrow, everything would be fine. The cold will be repelled by the warmth of the bed and the magic of sleep, and he will regain his health and be full of energy again.

In the warm bed, he fell into a dream with peace of mind, and every cell of his body slept and waited for a new day. He firmly believes that when he wakes up again, everything will be fine.

When he woke up the next morning, Bei Yichen felt that his head hurt as if he had been hit by a boulder, and the heavy pain came like a tide, wave after wave, making him almost unable to think. His consciousness struggled in a whirlpool of pain, like he was trapped in an endless nightmare.

His eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to carry the weight of the whole world, and every blink was like a deal with a demon, painful and difficult. It was as if a herd of crazy horses were galloping in his head, and the jolts and noise were almost unbearable. He tried to sit up, but the relentless pain left him lying there, like a deer shot by a hunter, powerless to resist.

His elbows were bent and half of his head was propped up, trying to relieve some of the pain. But even such a small movement was like cutting a knife into his skin and stimulating his nerves. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if they were biting cold by the cold wind, which was the last signal of pain.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, and each inhale was like inhaling flames, burning his lungs as if they were about to crack. His heartbeat beat beat against his chest like a drumbeat, synchronized with the rhythm of the pain.

Bei Yichen's lips were closed, he was patient, he was waiting for the pain to pass. But the pain lingered like a possessed ghost. He could only lie there and endure this hellish torment.

At this moment, Chao Xuyang walked in with a steady step. His gaze instantly fell on Bei Yichen, and he noticed that his face was flushed, like a symptom of fever. Chao Xuyang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly walked to Bei Yichen's side, and asked with concern, "Bei Yichen, are you uncomfortable?"

Bei Yichen nodded, his expression a little painful. Seeing this, Chao Xuyang quickly stretched out a hand to stroke his forehead. That hand was warm and firm, like a calming force. His fingers pressed lightly against Bei Yichen's temples, as if trying to ease his discomfort. Chao Xuyang's other hand held Bei Yichen's shoulder and gave him some support. Look at the book

"You rest first, I'll go get you medicine." The morning sun is mild

He said, then turned to leave. His figure stayed at the door for a moment, and glanced back at Bei Yichen, his eyes full of worry. Then, he gently closed the door and left the room.

Chao Xuyang quickly and orderly handed the pills and water to Bei Yichen.

His hands are steady and powerful, showing his inner calmness and focus. His eyes were full of warmth and care, as if to tell Bei Yichen that he would always be here, giving him strength and courage.

Bei Yichen took the medicine and water and smiled gratefully at Chao Xuyang. At that moment, their eyes met, as if time stood still, and the air was filled with deep friendship and trust.

Chao Xuyang looked at Bei Yichen, his eyes full of concern. He clearly saw Bei Yichen's tired look and knew that he hadn't had a good rest for many days.

Yichen, you look tired, don't go shooting, get a good night's sleep. Chao Xuyang said gently, his voice full of concern.

Bei Yichen looked at Chao Xuyang, and a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He knew that Chao Xuyang really cared about him and didn't want him to continue to be overtired.