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It seemed that this was not the first time he had seen them embrace.
Zhou Xuanyu turned his head, pulling his hand away from the icy grip of the Infant Water Spirit. He walked towards the chairs in the corridor, the sound of the Infant Water Spirit's bland laughter ringing in his ears.
"This relationship is indeed unusual."
His heart felt even more restless, a surge of anger building up in his chest, yet he had no reason to express it.
Zhou Xuanyu did not look back again...
Junxi glanced at the innocent pillow, and in a moment of distraction, she was suddenly enveloped by Zhou Ziyan.
If she had sensed his sorrow during their last embrace, this time she felt despair.
Junxi dared not struggle, not even to move.
"Zhou Ziyan..."
Zhou Ziyan remained silent, not even making a sound. His arms wrapped around her like ropes, holding her tightly.
He made her feel suffocated.
"Zhou Ziyan, I know you're hurting. I..."
Junxi had a thousand words but didn't know how to voice them. She could easily handle the confrontational Zhou Ziyan, yet she found herself unable to comfort him as he leaned against her, fragile like an infant.
It was his dream, his future, his everything... a pain she could not easily dismiss or erase.
Since Junxi had memories, she had never seen Zhou Ziyan love anything as crazily as he loved his car.
During his university years, he volunteered to work as free labor at the largest car dealership in Qingcheng to learn more about cars.
Outside of his school courses, he devoted almost all of his spare time to cars.
One time, Junxi went to find him but couldn’t locate him after wandering around the dealership. The staff there noticed her confusion and asked if she was looking for someone.
She mentioned Zhou Ziyan's name, and the staff member suddenly understood. He turned and shouted, “Hey, Xiao Zhou, there’s a girl looking for you. Why are so many beautiful girls looking for you?”
After a moment, Zhou Ziyan poked his head out from under a car he was repairing. His face was covered in grease, and aside from the brightness in his eyes, there was no trace of the charming demeanor he usually had.
Seeing her, he crawled out from under the car. He was wearing the dealership's work uniform, which had long lost its original color.
She was taken aback and didn’t dare to approach him.
He grinned and playfully scolded her with a “Silly girl,” carelessly reaching out with his grimy hand to pinch her cheek.
Junxi stepped back several paces until she bumped into the staff member who had helped her find him.
The staff member laughed heartily and said, “Xiao Zhou is either living under a car or lying on the hood tinkering away all day; he hasn’t been clean for a moment.”
Not a moment of cleanliness... yet he was clearly someone who loved being tidy and admired himself.
Junxi once asked him, “What do you really want?”
He replied, “I want nothing; I just like it.”
Junxi smirked, "Liking someone without expecting anything in return is just a one-sided love. How painful it is to be in unrequited love."
He casually lit a cigarette, pinching the filter with his dirty fingers. After taking a puff, he slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes hazy as he said, "It’s really tough."
Junxi had never delved into what he meant by that kind of hardship.
All she knew was that later on, Zhou Ziyan surged ahead in the world of racing like a whirlwind.
When he was invited by the Belgian Racing Association to participate in the F1 Championship, the entire Zijin University erupted in excitement. He was the youngest racer from Qingcheng and the pride of Purple Gold… He was burdened with too many expectations.
The name Zhou Ziyan suddenly soared to prominence overnight, even though he had yet to achieve any real honors.
Glory always came with immense pressure. She thought Zhou Ziyan’s constant laughter meant he had a good attitude. It wasn’t until this moment that she realized he also cared deeply about the opinions of others…
A warmth spread across her shoulder, and Junxi felt her heart tighten before gradually easing. As long as he could still cry, that was a good sign.
She raised her hand and gently stroked Zhou Ziyan's short hair.
"Do you think I’m useless?" His muffled voice came from below.
"What do you think?" Junxi smiled and countered, "Back when the Wen Family fell from grace and everyone looked down on me, did you ever think less of me?"
Zhou Ziyan shook his head. "How could I ever think less of you?"
"Exactly. So how could I think you’re useless?"
Junxi's voice flowed like a cool spring, gently soothing Zhou Ziyan’s restless heart.
He tilted his head back from her embrace, her charming smile right before him—a beauty and reality he could still reach out to. As long as she was by his side… as long as she was there.
“Junxi, don’t leave me.”
Junxi stepped out of the hospital room, feeling as if her entire body had fallen apart, aching from the inside out despite not having done any physical labor.
Zhou Xuanyu was still sitting on a bench in the corridor, and the Infant Water Spirit was no longer there.
Seeing her come out, Zhou Xuanyu stood up.
“How is he?”
“Zhou Ziyan agreed to the surgery next week.”
Zhou Xuanyu glanced into the room; the person inside had already lain down to rest.
“He’s fine; he just needs some time to accept it. Let him be quiet for a while, and he will be okay,” Junxi said.
Zhou Xuanyu nodded.
“It’s getting late. Are you hungry?”
“I’m not hungry. I have no appetite.” She felt no hunger, no mood, just a bit tired.
“Then I’ll take you home first.” Zhou Xuanyu patted Junxi on the shoulder.
Junxi stared blankly at him as he withdrew his hand. She looked around the corridor and asked, “Where’s Miss Ying?”
"Let someone take me back," Zhou Xuanyu replied absentmindedly.
The Infant Water Spirit realized that staying in the hospital was pointless; she only ended up saying things that annoyed him. Seeking peace, he decided to send her away. After all, she didn't genuinely want to remain in the hospital.
Zhou Xuanyu walked ahead while Junxi followed him.
Night had fallen, and another day had quietly passed, existing as if it were nonexistent.
The driver brought the car over, and Zhou Xuanyu opened the back door for her. She got in first, and he followed, sitting beside her.
The driver asked for the address, and the cabin fell silent.
Zhou Xuanyu was on the phone. Although Junxi couldn't hear the other person's voice, from Zhou Xuanyu's tone, it was clear that he was speaking to Zhou Ziyan's father.
"Don't go to the hospital for now; I'll keep an eye on him. Don't worry."
Zhou Xuanyu ended the call and rolled down the window.
The cool evening breeze of the city rushed in through the window, refreshing him. He let out a barely audible sigh, which was carried away by the wind.
"Don't worry too much," Junxi said softly.
She reached out to hold his hand but hesitated when she remembered the driver was there, pulling her hand back midway.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuanyu reached out and grasped her hand, placing it on his thigh.
Junxi instinctively glanced at the driver, who was focused on driving and oblivious to their little gestures in the back seat. She breathed a sigh of relief but then found it amusing.
Even if the driver saw them holding hands, so what? She and Zhou Xuanyu weren't doing anything wrong; they were both single and aboveboard.
They had not exchanged any words along the way, but their clasped hands seemed to convey everything that needed to be said.
Junxi's palm pressed against the soft fabric of his pants, a fine sheen of sweat forming that made her heart flutter and feel grounded at the same time.
When they arrived at her place, Zhou Xuanyu got out to help her upstairs.
The hallway was still dimly lit, and no one had suggested repairs. Junxi thought to herself that it would be better if it never got fixed; that way, he would always accompany her upstairs.
As they reached her door, Zhou Xuanyu set down her suitcase.
"You've arrived. You can go back now," she said, fumbling for her keys and turning to look at him.
Zhou Xuanyu stood against the light, his expression becoming even more indistinct in the dark hallway.
"Thank you for what you did for Zhou Ziyan," he said.
"You don’t need to thank me. Zhou Ziyan is important to me too; it's only right that I care for him and comfort him," Junxi smiled at Zhou Xuanyu.
Her smile was warm, and her words should have been comforting, but Zhou Xuanyu felt something was off—an awkwardness that pricked at his ears, making him reluctant to listen.
Seeing him silent, Junxi pushed the door open.
Suddenly, Zhou Xuanyu stepped forward and pinned her against the door. She widened her eyes in surprise, still processing what was happening when his kiss descended upon her.
The kiss was intense; there was no gentleness as he parted her lips. Junxi passively opened her mouth, allowing him entry… The heavy pressure on her lips made her breath quicken; it felt as if all the energy within her was being drained away, leaving her with no strength to resist further.
"Zhou Xuanyu…" Junxi pressed against his shoulder, trying to escape from his overwhelming embrace.
Zhou Xuanyu's arms remained wrapped around her waist.
She took a deep breath to calm herself before turning to look at him. "What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Xuanyu's thumb brushed against her cheek. "Three days have ended. Do you have nothing to say to me?"
Junxi paused.
Why was he so out of control? Was he, like her, reluctant to let go?
No, that couldn't be.
If he were reluctant, he wouldn't have reminded her that it was over.
Junxi smiled, raising her hands to cradle Zhou Xuanyu's face, gazing deeply into his eyes.
She mimicked him, unexpectedly rising onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss against his lips. However, compared to him, this was a gentle kiss.
Just as Zhou Xuanyu was about to savor it, he saw her eyes curve into a smile, and before he could react, she bit down.
He let out a muffled groan, tasting a sweet metallic flavor on his lips.
She laughed, her blood-stained red lips looking particularly enchanting. "Nothing to say. Goodnight, Xuan Yu Uncle."
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