The words were like fireworks, exploding in Sang Zhi's mind instantly, making her dizzy. Her lips opened, but she was at a loss and couldn't say a word.

My heart felt like it was going to be knocked out of my body.

Thump, thump.

Almost covering up the howling wind.

Sang Zhi even felt that her palms were sweating, even in the weather which was only a few degrees Celsius.

Before she could think of how to respond, Duan Jiaxu quietly let go of her wrist, turned around, and stood silently in front of her.

The distance shortened in an instant.

Sang Zhi was caught off guard and looked away.

Duan Jiaxu leaned down slightly, his narrow peach blossom eyes slightly curved, with unknown emotions, and looked at her for two seconds. Then he stretched out his hand to pull down her scarf.

Exposing her entire face.

The little girl's facial features were delicate and delicate, the corners of her mouth were raised unconsciously, and the two pear dimples on her lips were deeply sunken. Her eyes were bright, and she looked away uncomfortably, and quickly looked at him again.

Because of the allergy, my face was a little swollen and my cheeks had a rash.

Looking at it like this, it seemed like he was blushing.

Duan Jiaxu's eyes darkened a little, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly. The hand on her scarf lifted up, and with his fingertips, he rubbed her dimple with very light force.

Sang Zhi's back stiffened.

In just a moment, Duan Jiaxu withdrew his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger subconsciously. He stood up straight and laughed in his throat: "Why are you blushing again?"

"..."

He trailed off and said, "Still snickering."

Sang Zhi's head was blank, and she pulled up the scarf again. She pretended to be calm, lowered her eyes, and said vaguely: "Aren't you laughing too?"

Duan Jiaxu said with great interest: "Then why do you think I laugh?"

"How do I know? It's not the first day you smiled like this." Sang Zhi walked around him and continued walking forward, minding his own words, "Stop standing here, it's so cold."

Staring at her back, Duan Jiaxu stood there for a few seconds, couldn't help but laugh again, and quickly followed her.

After getting in the car, Sang Zhi still didn't take off the scarf.

Duan Jiaxu was not in a hurry to drive. He turned his head sideways and said nonchalantly: "Children, you still don't take off your scarf when you're in the car? Aren't you afraid of being bored and panicking?"

Sang Zhi explained without changing his expression: "I cover my face."

"I've already seen it." Duan Jiaxu said with a smile, "What else are you covering up?"

Sang Zhi paused for a moment, feeling that it made sense, and reached out to take off the scarf. She said nothing, lowered her head to play with her phone, and then turned to look out the window.

While waiting for the traffic light, Duan Jiaxu casually glanced in her direction.

Only her profile can be seen.

I noticed that she seemed to be in a daze, tapping her fingertips on the window sill unconsciously, with the corners of her eyes drawn down and the corners of her mouth raised, unable to hide her emotions.

Not long after, she seemed to notice something. She reached out and touched the corner of her mouth, her expression stiffened for a moment. Perhaps she was afraid of being seen by him, but the next moment, she deliberately restrained herself a little.

Duan Jiaxu looked away, lowered his eyelashes, and smiled.

Because the next day was the weekend, Ning Wei was the only one in the dormitory at this time. The other two were probably going to participate in department activities or going on a date with her boyfriend.

Noticing the movement at the door, Ning Wei looked over. When she saw Sang Zhi's face, she was startled: "What's wrong with your face?"

"I accidentally drank milk tea." Sang Zhi put the object on the table, "I'm allergic to milk."

"Ah? Are you okay? Have you gone to the hospital?"

"I went and got a shot."

"That's good." Ning Wei sighed, "It's too miserable for you. If you have a milk allergy, how many things can you not eat?"

Sang Zhi thought for a while: "It's not bad."

She took off her coat and asked casually: "Why didn't you go out today?"

"I went out, but I came back after having a meal." Ning Wei opened a bag of potato chips, "My boyfriend has to catch up on homework tonight and has no time to accompany me. How about you, how is your date with your brother?

ah?"

Hearing this, Sang Zhi calmed down and suddenly squatted down next to her.

Ning Wei turned her head and handed her the potato chips: "Do you want to eat them?"

"I don't want to eat, I just had enough." Sang Zhi was like a puppy, with round and bright eyes, as if he was telling a big secret, and his voice was very low, "Ning Wei, I'm telling you secretly

It’s a matter of fact.”

"What's wrong?"

"That friend of my brother's," Sang Zhi said, reaching out and tugging at the hem of her clothes with a crooked smile, "it seems he likes me a little bit."

"You look like you won the lottery." Ning Wei was amused by her, "How did you find out?"

"He told his colleagues that I was his friend, and also told me," Sang Zhi imitated his tone, drawling, "Does he really think of me as your brother?"

"Hey, why is this the same as telling you not to identify your relatives randomly?"

Sang Zhi blinked: "Do you think he means to distance himself from me?"

After the words came out, Ning Wei also felt that what she said was not right, and was afraid of affecting her mood, so she hurriedly said: "No, I just said it casually."

"Probably not." Sang Zhi thought about what happened just now and said seriously, "He probably means that he no longer treats me as his sister. But he doesn't mean to be alienated."

"Then does he know that you like him too?"

"I don't know." Sang Zhi said with a smile, "I didn't show it."

"You can pretend that you don't have any interest in him first and let him chase you for a while." Ning Wei said, "After all, men are like this. If he confesses and you agree immediately, he may feel that it is too easy and he will not

take care of it."

Sang Zhi was stunned and said nonchalantly: "Then what if he doesn't chase me?"

"..." Ning Wei said, "Probably not."

"And I'm not particularly sure." Sang Zhi muttered, "I don't know why he likes me... I still think it's quite strange."

"What could be the reason for this?" Ning Wei asked, "Then why do you like him?"

Sang Zhi said honestly: "He looks handsome."

"..." Ning Wei said, "Why are you so superficial?"

"Also, he is a nice person and treats me well." Sang Zhi looked seriously and counted in detail, "My grades are also very good. Apart from being a bit old, there is nothing wrong with me."

Ning Wei gnawed on the potato chips and said, "Aren't you the same? Except that you are a little younger than him, there is nothing wrong with you."

"Then." Sang Zhi coughed lightly, "I'm just going to wait for him to chase me?"

"OK."

"If he doesn't chase me," Sang Zhi said dryly, still unsure, "I'll either go after him or not."

"..."

After sending Sang Zhi back to the dormitory, Duan Jiaxu returned to the car and was about to drive home when he suddenly received a call. He glanced at the caller ID, picked up the call, and quickly hung up the phone.

Start the car and drive to the daycare center in the city.

The daycare center was extremely quiet.

Except when necessary, Duan Jiaxu rarely comes to this place. He also rarely comes to see his father, Duan Zhicheng, who has been lying in bed for eleven years.

Doctor: "Your father is not in good condition recently."

Duan Jiaxu hummed.

"I have been bedridden for ten years, and my body function and resistance are very poor." The doctor said, "The water accumulation in the lungs has become a bit serious recently. It is recommended to do a minor operation to drain some of the water. Otherwise, it may cause lung infection.

That’s when it gets serious.”

"Doctor." Duan Jiaxu didn't seem to care much about these things and said calmly, "Do you think he can wake up?"

The doctor was silent for a few seconds and then said in a very official tone: "As long as you are alive, there will always be miracles."

Duan Jiaxu just smiled and did not comment on this.

Where do so many miracles come from?

Duan Jiaxu actually didn't expect Duan Zhicheng to wake up at all.

So many years have passed, and not even a trace of hatred is left.

The only remaining emotion left was fatigue.

Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes and looked at Duan Zhicheng's appearance. Because he had been bedridden for many years, his appearance had changed a lot. He was completely unconscious and lying there like a dead person.

In fact, Duan Jiaxu really wanted to know whether he had any regrets in the end.

Soon, Duan Jiaxu looked away and said gently: "I'll trouble you."
To be continued...