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On the last day of the holiday, many girls had already returned to the dormitory one after another. Lin Mo's flight was scheduled for the afternoon, and she estimated she would arrive in Shanghai around midnight. Fang Yifan and Cheng Xu were stuck in traffic on the highway, caught in the returning tide of travelers.
Yao Nian found herself with nothing to do. She decided to upload the photos from her camera to her computer and send some to Song Xiaolin. As she opened her computer and stared blankly at the desktop for a while, she suddenly slapped her forehead.
No wonder she felt like she had forgotten something when Shen Du drove her back to school yesterday; she had left her camera in Shen Du's car. Yao Nian called Shen Du twice, but he didn’t answer. He was probably busy.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to call Ji Zheyuan. When the call connected, a woman's voice came through. "Hello? Is this Yao Nian?"
"Sister Xiaolin?"
"It's me. Zheyuan is with a client right now. Do you need something? Should I go get him?"
"No, no," Yao Nian hurriedly replied. "I just realized I dropped my camera in Uncle Shen's car when I tried to send you some photos. I called him, but he didn’t pick up, so I thought I’d ask Zheyuan."
"But Uncle Shen isn’t at the law firm right now; I heard from Zheyuan that he seems to have a fever."
"A fever?" Yao Nian's tone suddenly rose. "Is it serious?"
"I'm not too sure about the details."
She quickly recalled waking up in the tent yesterday morning, with Shen Du's jacket covering her. He had only worn a thin shirt and hadn’t slept all night, sitting in the wind for so long.
"Sister Xiaolin," Yao Nian's voice tightened, "do you know Uncle Shen's address?"
"Are you going to see him?" Her voice was filled with surprise.
Yao Nian zipped up her jacket and paused briefly before saying, "I need to get my camera."
"Alright, when Zheyuan gets back, I'll have him send you the address."
Just as Song Xiaolin hung up the phone, Ji Zheyuan returned to the office. He took a big gulp of water from his desk and complained, "It's so difficult! My throat feels like it's on fire, and they still want to wait for Shen Du to come back. It's like they're questioning my professional abilities."
Song Xiaolin handed him her phone. "Yao Nian just called asking for Uncle Shen's apartment address. You should send it to her."
Ji Zheyuan took the phone and swiped it a bit. What did he need the address for? It seemed like the camera had fallen into Shen Lu's car.
"My car is with me," Ji Zheyuan said, putting down his cup. "She can just pick it up directly from the law firm."
"Why do I feel like something's off?" Song Xiaolin pondered. "When Shen Lu had a fever, that girl sounded really anxious."
And then there was that time at the campsite when Yao Nian rushed in to protect Shen Du. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
"Hey, Zheyuan," Song Xiaolin said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you think Yao Nian might have feelings for Shen Lu?"
"Are you kidding?" Ji Zheyuan scoffed, replying to messages as he spoke. "Just look at their age difference. Why would she like Shen Du when there are so many young and handsome guys at school?"
Song Xiaolin silently stepped closer and playfully tugged at his ear. "So you like younger ones too, huh?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Ji Zheyuan yelped in pain. "I'm only thinking of you! We're about to get married, why are you getting jealous over nothing?"
Shen Du had slept so deeply that he felt as if he had been knocked out cold. When he finally woke up, he was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled from water.
The doorbell rang twice, and still groggy, he stumbled out of bed, puzzled about who could be looking for him at this hour. Probably because his brain was still booting up, Shen Du slipped on his slippers and walked to the living room without even checking the peephole before opening the door.
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