No wonder An Ziqi always likes to eat desserts, it turns out that they still have this effect.

He pursed his lips and smiled, and after eating, he sent the tableware downstairs.

As soon as I walked to the door of the kitchen, I heard the voice of talking inside.

"You just sent the dessert, Miss Xia didn't say anything?" A servant's voice came.

"No, I see Miss Xia's reaction, it seems to be pretty good." Another servant replied.

"That's good, Mr. Yun previously specifically explained that the mousse should put less sugar, I'm afraid Miss Xia doesn't like it."

Xia Xing was stunned in the same place. She didn't like to eat particularly sweet things. Does he remember?

"How come, Mr. Yun specially handed me a copy before..."

The two servants came out of the kitchen as they talked. They didn't finish their words. They happened to see her and stammer asked, "Miss Xia, you... why are you here?"

Xia Xing shook his head, put the tableware in her hand, and turned upstairs.

Looking at the lights inside through the gaps in the study, she couldn't tell the complicated feelings in her heart.

While torturing her, while remembering everything she cares about her.

What does Yuntian mean?

Stand in place for a long time, then turn around and go back to the room.

When sleeping at night, Xia Xing lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, reverberating in his mind the words he heard the servant say before.

In the silent night, all the sounds seemed to be infinitely amplified.

In the study room next door, the chair was moved away from the ground, followed by footsteps, the sound of the door opening, and the footsteps continued to move in the direction of her room.

Xia Xing's heart tightened, closed his eyes hurriedly, and his two hands clenched the bed sheet under his body.

However, after the sound of footsteps rang for a while, they suddenly stopped and disappeared.

There was no movement for a long time.

Xia Xing got up from the bed, walked to the door barefoot, raised his hand, wanted to open the door, hesitated for a moment, but finally took it back.

Outside the door, Yuntian stood at the door, quietly looking at the door, his hands staying in the air for a long time.

Inside and outside the room, there is a door between the two of them, but they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The next day, Yun Tian couldn't allow her to refuse, and personally accompanied Xia Xing to the hospital.

In the quiet ward, she was lying on the bed for an infusion, and he was sitting by the window looking at the documents.

Xia Xing turned his head and looked over, the sunlight hitting his sharp chestnut features through the glass, like a faint halo around his face, and long eyelashes making a small circle under his eyes. Fan-like shadows.

The clean and beautiful ones are just like the sunny youth of the year they met for the first time.

As if feeling her gaze, Yun Tian raised his eyes and looked at him faintly.

Xia Xing hurriedly withdrew his gaze, his cheeks burned, turned his head and looked down at his hand that was piercing the needle for infusion.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and a pair of shoes appeared in her drooping eyes.

The cold fingertips stroked the needle in her hand.

Xia Xing's hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Xing shook his head.

Yuntian twists his eyebrows, can't he speak? What do these doctors eat?

"speak."

Xia Xing bit his lip and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Hearing her voice, Yun Tian's frowned brows relaxed.

In the next few days, Xia Xing went to the hospital for infusions continuously, and the meals at home were mainly light.

Every night the maid will send her all kinds of desserts.

The amount of sugar used is very small, sweet but not greasy.