C153 Guilt

Gong Yichen's departure had been causing Song Jiayin to feel uneasy. She herself did not know what she was worried about, but she wanted to clearly explain this matter.

Wu Zihao saw that there was something wrong with Song Jiayin's expression. He was afraid that she would think of something, so he pressed her hand while she was still in a daze. On her body, he stared fixedly at the person beneath him as he thought to himself silently, "Heh, Gong Yichen, she's about to become my woman."

"Wu Zihao..." Song Jiayin suddenly regained his senses, looking at the slowly enlarging face, inexplicably tensed up.

"What's wrong?" Wu Zihao's voice was laced with a smile, it was always gentle, and had the power to make people feel at ease.

"I... Can you... "Sorry, I still can't …" Song Jiayin pushed Wu Zihao away with all his might, and panted heavily, like a child who had just obtained air. He greedily inhaled the surrounding air.

Wu Zihao was suddenly pushed out of bed by Song Jiayin and was unable to react for a moment. Song Jiayin looked at him guiltily.

Wu Zihao smiled gently, "It's alright, let's take it slow. There will be a long time in the future!" Wu Zihao patted the dust off his body, and then stood up in a gentlemanly manner. Song Jiayin wanted to find some trace of anger from his expression, but she did not, as Wu Zihao maintained a gentle smile all the while. Song Jiayin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Wu Zihao walked in front of Song Jiayin's bed and caressed her hair, "Good girl, take a rest first. I see that there are no more fruits, I will go down to buy some."

Song Jiayin nodded sensibly, and hid his head under the blanket. Wu Zihao covered Song Jiayin's head with the blanket and closed the door softly.

After Wu Zihao left, Song Jiayin felt a little more relaxed. She no longer felt that much pressure just now, but when she thought about the disappointed expression on Gong Yichen's face before he left, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Wu Zihao walked out of the sickroom, thinking that he had achieved his goal for the day. Looking at Gong Yichen's disappointed expression, he was very satisfied.

After Gong Yichen left the sickroom, he sat on the rooftop by himself and smoked as smoke surrounded him. His mind was filled with what he had just seen, Gong Yichen stood on the roof and had a bird's eye view of the entire city.

She didn't know why she had been so nervous when she was facing Wu Zihao. Logically speaking, she should have been enjoying the feeling of being with him, but now it didn't seem like this.

Or had he ignored Wu Zihao because of his amnesia?

Song Jiayin thought.

"Bam!" With the sound of the door opening, Song Jiayin sat up and took a look.

"Jia Yin, have you seen Gong Yichen?" Jing Junling anxiously ran over.

Song Jiayin looked at Jing Junling's nervous expression, and didn't know what to say. She shook her head.

"Didn't he just come over? I remember he told me she forgot something. " Jing Junling continued to ask.

"Mn, he just came, and then he left again," Song Jiayin said in a small voice.

Looking at her expression, Jing Junling knew what had happened.

"Then I'll go find him. You take a rest." With that, Jing Junling left in a hurry, just like before.

Song Jiayin looked at Jing Junling's concern for him and felt sour about it. However, after thinking about how Wu Zihao treated him so well, she shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

Jing Junling walked out of the ward and called Wu Zihao first, "Hey, are you sure Gong Yichen saw it?"

"I saw him leave in disappointment. Right now, I need you to use your love to move him." Wu Zihao's tone was filled with joy.

After hanging up, Jing Junling called Gong Yichen a few times, but no one answered. Finally, Jing Junling answered the phone.

"Hey, Yi Chen, where are you? I've been looking for you for a long time. Where did you run off to?" Jing Junling asked anxiously.

Hearing Jing Junling's anxious tone, Gong Yichen thought about how Jing Junling was so anxious about him. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'm at the Sky Platform."

When Jing Junling heard it, she immediately pressed on the elevator. The elevator door opened and saw Wu Zihao standing inside, "Why are you here?"

Jing Junling walked into the elevator and pressed on the top floor. Wu Zihao then said to her, "I don't know if Song Jiayin is thinking of something and kept rejecting me." There were only Wu Zihao and Jing Junling in the elevator.

"I am preparing to go up to the Heaven Stage to look for Gong Yichen. You know what to do, right?" Jing Junling said with a bright smile.

Wu Zihao also smiled craftily.

Wu Zihao wanted to walk out of the elevator, but he made a gesture towards Jing Junling and left, saying, "Send me a message later." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Jing Junling took out her phone, opened Wu Zihao's chat interface, and then put it back into her bag.

Jing Junling walked out of the elevator, walked up a few more flights of stairs, and arrived at the vault door on the roof.

As she walked up to the rooftop, the wind from the top floor blew her hair loose.

Jing Junling looked around, and saw a figure not far from him, she slowly walked over.

Realizing that Gong Yichen was smoking with his back facing his, Jing Junling walked over quietly.

Gong Yichen held onto the iron bars of the roof, and took a deep breath, coughing out.

"Stop smoking." Jing Junling reached out and took the cigarette in Gong Yichen's hand, throwing it on the ground and stepping on it a few times, watching the weak sunlight extinguish.

Jing Junling looked at the cigarette butts on the ground and asked Gong Yichen, "Do you need to go that far?"

"As for what's wrong with that, she has already forgotten about me." Gong Yichen said helplessly, like a child who could not find his family.

Jing Junling said softly, "But I will feel heartache."

Gong Yichen faintly heard what Jing Junling said, looked at her, and did not speak anymore.

The two of them stood together, looking into the distance, each having their own thoughts.

Wu Zihao entered the ward and saw Song Jiayin on the bed. Lying on the bed, her eyes were wide open.

Wu Zihao placed the fruit he bought on the table.

"Do you want an apple? I'll peel one for you." Wu Zihao picked up the apple and asked.

Song Jiayin shook her head.

"Then I'll accompany you for a walk. The doctor said that you can do some exercise." Wu Zihao suggested.

"What's so fun about this hospital?" Song Jiayin was not interested.

"I heard that the roof is very pretty and can look at the whole city. How about we go up and take a look?" Song Jiayin looked at Wu Zihao's expectant expression and thought that it was already embarrassing enough to push him down the bed, but it wouldn't be good for him to reject him now either.

"Then let me help you up." Song Jiayin stretched out a hand, and placed it on top of Wu Zihao's hand.

Wu Zihao pulled Song Jiayin along, and revealed a satisfied expression on his low face.