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Little Wave lowered his head and made a soft sound, his voice low and clearly weak.
Jian Yunong understood this feeling; she had been locked up in a hospital before and had been fed medicine by others. She had also accidentally taken too much once, and her heart raced as if it would leap out of her chest during the night.
She thought she would die in that hospital, but in the end, she did not; she only endured an entire night.
Jian Yunong sat beside him, using the occasional light from his phone screen to faintly see Little Wave's appearance—youthful and attractive, clearly just a child.
What a tragedy.
How could such a young child suffer from depression?
Jian Yunong felt a pang in her heart. When she was a bratty little girl, all she knew was to play, while her biological mother disliked dogs and complained about them. Only Yi Nansheng had always treated her with patience and kindness.
That was why she loved him so wholeheartedly, and when she discovered the betrayal, it felt like a devastating blow to her spirit.
For a moment, her thoughts drifted far away.
"Do you have any family here?" Jian Yunong hoped to keep him awake through conversation.
Little Wave raised his head. In the dim light, his eyes were exceptionally bright. The deep lines around them resembled an unfathomable whirlpool that could draw in all of one's thoughts.
Even after seeing handsome men like Huo Jincheng, which made her feel worldly, those eyes still stirred an indescribable emotion within Jian Yunong.
It turned out there were still such stunning eyes in this world, like precious gems embedded in this youthful face.
Besides being amazed, Jian Yunong also felt an odd sense of familiarity.
However, she would never say such things.
Although she wasn't very smart, she understood that saying this would be akin to flirting. Especially with the good-looking person in front of her, who was still a child!
"I'm very clear-headed."
Little Wave spoke.
The voice was quite different from the appearance—somewhat rough, somewhat low, like a bass, with a very comforting quality.
However, Jian Yunong didn't have time to appreciate or marvel at this wonderful contrast; she vaguely sensed that Little Wave was a bit unhappy.
Not only did he see through her intentions at a glance, but his tone was also quite cold.
This left Jian Yunong unsure of how to continue the conversation.
What should she say?
She couldn't just say, "It's good that you're clear-headed."
Sometimes sick people don't like others to worry too much; that heavy concern can become a burden, turning into unbearable pity.
Everyone has their pride. The patient may no longer have a healthy body, but does that mean their pride is also sick?
It is not.
Everyone has self-esteem, and everyone wants respect.
Jian Yunong simply shut up.
In the distance, there was light, breaking through the darkness, bringing hope.
Very well, Jian Yunong felt awkward being with a stranger, fortunately, the doctor arrived.
"Let's go over there."
Jian Yunong estimated that Little Wave might need to have his stomach pumped.
Although he said he was very clear-headed, Jian Yunong suspected he was just putting on a brave face.
After all, teenage boys tend to have particularly strong self-esteem.
Jian Yunong assumed that his youthful face and slightly deep and rough voice were due to puberty, as boys' voices often change to a croaky tone during this time.
Thinking this way, Jian Yunong regarded Little Wave as a child.
"Be careful, I'll support you."
As soon as the words were spoken, Little Wave stood up. Jian Yunong was momentarily stunned looking at the boy who was more than a head taller than him.
Kids these days grow up too fast.
Jian Yunong sighed.
In fact, her height was not considered short among girls, but being next to him made Jian Yunong feel like a little dwarf.
Especially as he leaned in closer, almost pressing half of his body against hers, with his hand crossing over her neck and wrapping around her shoulder.
No matter how you looked at it, this posture resembled an embrace.
They were too close, close enough for her to smell his breath, which had a faint milky scent.
It seemed he really did drink milk at home just now.
How silly, does drinking milk really help? Jian Yunong maintained a skeptical attitude.
Jian Yunong felt a bit awkward; aside from Huo Jincheng and Yi Nansheng, she had hardly ever been this close to any other man.
She felt unwell, instinctively sensing discomfort. Her psychological issues were starting to surface, but given the current situation, she couldn't shake off this Little Wave.
Feeling half of her body growing heavier as he nearly rested his head on her shoulder, Jian Yunong quickly shifted her thoughts elsewhere: how to steadily support this big child onto the car.
Don't let him fall, please, please don't let him fall.
This was Jian Yunong's first time saving someone; she was scared that due to her negligence, something might happen to this boy.
The consequences were simply unimaginable.
"Keep going."
She was encouraging the boy named Little Wave, while also motivating herself.
The light was just ahead.
As long as she could grit her teeth and get through this dark period.
Life was tough, but once she got through it, she would appreciate the strength she found in overcoming this difficulty.
Jian Yunong's breathing became heavier. When the doctors and nurses rushed over, she successfully handed the big boy over to them.
She let out a sigh of relief; the mission was accomplished.
What she didn't expect was that her clothing was caught by a force.
Looking down, she saw those stunningly beautiful eyes that shone even in the dark, staring at her.
He didn't say a word.
But Jian Yunong understood, and silently sighed in her heart, "Let's go."
Be a good person to the end; accompany the Buddha to the West.
After all, if she couldn't be sure he was safe, Jian Yunong figured she wouldn't be able to sleep well.
The experience of taking an ambulance was not very pleasant. It swayed back and forth as she sat in the corner, watching the doctors and nurses examine the big boy.
Fortunately, the expressions of the doctors and nurses were not serious.
Jian Yunong lowered her head to reply to the night owls in the group: I have already picked up Little Wave and am on the way to the hospital. Don't worry, the situation is relatively optimistic. Everyone should get some rest.
"God bless."
"Elder Brother, you need to take good care of Little Wave. The little sister must be quite scared."
When Jian Yunong saw this message, she showed a helpless expression. The reflection in the car window revealed her bare face without makeup.
If everyone knew that Little Wave was a nearly six-foot-tall boy, even lying there sick, he had nothing to do with being small or girly—would their eyes pop out in shock?
Jian Yunong sent a smiley face back: Okay, I will protect him.
At that moment, the boy opened his eyes. His deep gaze fell on Jian Yunong's pure face. Against the light, one could only see her beautifully contoured profile, illuminated by the light, looking as if it were the most perfect sculpture crafted by a master.
That night, it wasn't just Jian Yunong who was astonished.
He slowly closed his eyes, deeply engraving this unreal beauty into his heart.
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