Sweetie, don't look at him, kiss me.

After Ji Xingqing pulled Ji Linzhou away, the corridor became quiet.

Lin Qingmian lay alone on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time before finally closing her eyes and forcing herself to fall asleep.

The pain in her right arm came in waves, making her toss and turn, unable to sleep soundly.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she vaguely heard the door to the ward being gently pushed open.

Footsteps approached, very light and steady.

Then, she smelled a familiar, crisp scent of pine needles.

She opened her eyes and, by the moonlight streaming in through the window, saw the man's tall silhouette.

Ji Linzhou, carrying a paper bag, walked to the bedside, placed the bag on the bedside table, and glanced down at her: "Awake?"

"Didn't you leave?" Lin Qingmian's voice was a little hoarse.

"Ji Xingqing is gone." Ji Linzhou sat down in a chair, his tone indifferent. "Who will take care of you if I'm gone?"

Lin Qingmian's heart skipped a beat.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.

Ji Linzhou didn't look at her again. He took out a thermal box from the paper bag, opened it, and found steaming hot porridge inside: "Eat something before you sleep."

"you……"

I bought it at a convenience store I passed by.

Lin Qingmian looked at the spoon he handed her, and her nose inexplicably felt a little sore.

She reached out her left hand, took the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and put it in her mouth.

The warm porridge slid down my throat, spreading warmth to my limbs and bones, even soothing the grievances and bitterness in my heart.

She kept her head down, eating the porridge spoonful by spoonful, not daring to look up at him.

I'm afraid that if I look up, the tears in my eyes will fall.

After she finished her porridge, Ji Linzhou took the insulated container, tidied it up, and then tucked the blanket around her: "Go to sleep."

He sat back in his chair, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

Lin Qingmian lay on the bed, secretly watching him.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, outlining a silvery silhouette on his profile.

His eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under his eyelids; his nose was high and straight; and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

Even with his eyes closed, his aura remained powerful, making people hesitant to approach him.

This man, who was cold and indifferent in front of others, stayed by her side all night after she was in a car accident.

He bought her porridge, tucked her in, and struggled to fall asleep on a hard chair.

A strange, indescribable emotion welled up in Lin Qingmian's heart; it was sour and swollen, as if it were filled with something.

She closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

The next morning, when Lin Qingmian woke up, Ji Linzhou was no longer in the chair.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at the bedside table—on it was an insulated bag, and next to it was a note with a man's sharp, flowing handwriting: "Something came up at the company, I'll come see you tonight."

She picked up the note, stared at the lines of text for a long time, then carefully folded it and put it under her pillow.

Just as it was placed down, the door to the ward was pushed open.

"Mianmian! You're awake!"

Ji Xingqing's voice rushed in like a gust of wind, carrying two insulated boxes in her hands, with someone following behind her.

Su Tingwan.

Today she wore a light beige trench coat, her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore delicate makeup, making her look gentle and elegant.

"Miss Lin, I heard you were in a car accident, so I came to see you."

Su Tingwan smiled and walked to the bedside, placing the fruit basket she was carrying on the bedside table: "Are you feeling better?"

Lin Qingmian forced a polite smile: "I'm much better, thank you for your concern, Miss Su."

"Don't be shy." Su Tingwan sat down in the chair, her gaze sweeping over the ward without making a sound.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the insulated bag on the bedside table, then glanced at the corner of the note peeking out from the edge of the pillow, and her lips twitched slightly.

But she didn't say anything.

"Mianmian, I brought you porridge and steamed buns!"

Ji Xingqing opened the insulated food container like it was a treasure: "Try it, my mom had the family chef make this especially for you!"

"Thank you." Lin Qingmian reached out her left hand, about to take the spoon, when Ji Xingqing proactively scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her lips: "Your hand is not convenient, I'll feed you."

Lin Qingmian was somewhat helpless, but she still obediently opened her mouth.

As Ji Xingqing fed her, she kept talking incessantly: "How did you sleep last night? Were you feeling unwell? Did the nurses come to check on you?"

"Everything's fine," Lin Qingmian replied vaguely.

Su Tingwan sat to the side, listening quietly to their conversation, but her gaze never left the insulated bag on the bedside table.

She recognized the insulated bag.

That was something Ji Linzhou often used; she had seen Bai Cheng carry it to deliver meals to Ji Linzhou.

Next to the insulated bag was a black suit jacket—also belonging to Ji Linzhou.

She noticed it last night.

Su Tingwan clenched her fingers, but still maintained a polite smile on her face.

While Ji Xingqing went to the window to answer the phone, she got up, walked to the bedside table, picked up the coat, and tucked it into her arms.

Not long after, the door to the ward was pushed open again.

Ji Linzhou walked in, carrying a cup of coffee and a sandwich.

He saw that Su Tingwan and Ji Xingqing were both there, and paused slightly before returning to normal.

"Linzhou, you've arrived."

Su Tingwan immediately went to greet him with a gentle smile, handing him her coat: "Your coat, I forgot it at my place last night."

She even winked at Ji Linzhou, her gesture intimate and natural.

Ji Linzhou's gaze paused slightly.

He glanced at Lin Qingmian on the hospital bed, then at Su Tingwan who was smiling gently in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then reached out to take the coat.

"Thanks."

He said in a flat voice, revealing no emotion.

Su Tingwan smiled and took his arm. "Have you had breakfast? I brought you some porridge; it's in my car. Do you want me to get it?"

"No need," Ji Linzhou said calmly, withdrawing his arm. "I've already eaten."

When Ji Xingqing returned after making the phone call, this was the scene she saw—Ji Linzhou and Su Tingwan standing together, their looks and temperaments perfectly matched, the scene as harmonious as a movie poster.

Her eyes lit up, and she leaned close to Lin Qingmian's ear, lowering her voice: "Mianmian, don't you think my uncle and Sister Tingwan are a perfect match?"

Lin Qingmian's gaze fell on the two of them.

The man was tall and slender, his broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuated by a black suit, and his profile was sharp and cold.

The woman was gentle and elegant. Standing beside him, she looked up at him with her head slightly tilted back, her eyes filled with tenderness.

They do look very well-matched standing together.

From looks to temperament, from family background to social standing, they seem like a match made in heaven.

Lin Qingmian's heart felt like it had been tugged by something, and a dull ache ran through it.

She lowered her head, staring at the bowl of steaming porridge in front of her, and suddenly lost her appetite.

"I'm full," she said.

Ji Xingqing was taken aback: "You've only eaten a few bites..."

"I'm really full." Lin Qingmian forced a smile. "You eat, don't waste it."

Before Ji Xingqing could say anything more, Ji Linzhou had already turned to look at her.

His gaze lingered on Lin Qingmian's face for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.

"Linzhou, let's go." Su Tingwan took his arm again. "Didn't you say you had a meeting this morning?"

Ji Linzhou was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He glanced at Lin Qingmian and said, "Get some rest."

Then he turned around and let Su Ting take his arm, and they walked out of the ward together.