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Before bed, Li Ruyue received a goodnight text from Wang Yueming. She held her phone without replying, feeling that he had been unusually talkative today.
That night, she dreamed of Wang Yueming from high school. Back then, he was silent and aloof, speaking very little. Li Ruyue had interacted with him for a long time; although they could talk occasionally, they were not particularly close. The time when she truly got to know Wang Yueming was during that winter break.
There were no extra classes scheduled during the winter break at Ninth Middle School, but the third-year students had a later holiday than the other two grades. Li Ruyue returned to school to collect her report card and winter homework. She arrived late and was held back by her homeroom teacher for questioning, so by the time she came out of the teaching building, it was already mealtime.
Starving, she just wanted to hurry home for dinner. As she walked out in a daze, she ran into Wang Yueming coming out of the third-year teaching building. He was walking quickly and didn’t see her at all. Li Ruyue jogged to catch up and tapped his backpack from behind: “Wang Yueming!”
She smiled as she darted in front of him, but the next second, her smile froze: “What happened to your face? Who hit you?”
“I bumped into something,” Wang Yueming replied.
“Who are you trying to fool?” Li Ruyue didn’t believe him. “Did you offend someone?”
Although Wang Yueming was the principal's son, he wasn’t well-liked at school and didn’t receive any special treatment because of his status; in fact, many people kept their distance from him. Especially after the love letter incident, even his classmates treated him coldly.
Seeing his deliberate attempt to hide the truth, Li Ruyue’s first reaction was that he had gotten into trouble with someone: “No way! No matter what happened, you can’t let them hit you. If you do this, they’ll only bully you more in the future.”
“Who would dare bully me in this school?” Wang Yueming said self-deprecatingly.
He was unwilling to talk about it, and Li Ruyue didn’t want to press him either. After staring at his face for a few seconds, she suddenly raised her hand and touched his forehead: “Are you running a fever? No wonder your face looks off.”
Wang Yueming instinctively touched the spot where she had just made contact; his throat felt a bit scratchy. He turned his head and coughed before saying, “I’m fine; I’ll just take some medicine when I get home.”
Li Ruyue looked at his swollen cheek and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Wang Yueming usually spoke little, and today he was even more silent. Seeing that he really didn’t want to talk, Li Ruyue decided not to force a conversation.
The two of them quietly walked to the entrance of the community. Li Ruyue looked at him with concern and said, "Don't forget to take your medicine when you get back."
"Mm."
"If you don't feel well, you must go to the hospital."
"Mm."
"And..."
"…"
"Have you eaten?"
Wang Yueming turned to look at her.
Li Ruyue bit her lip and said, "You need to eat something before taking your medicine. I know a congee shop nearby that's really good. Do you want to try it?"
She finished speaking in one breath, feeling inexplicably nervous. Watching him remain silent made her hold her breath, her heart pounding like a drum.
"If you don't want to..."
"Have you eaten?" Wang Yueming interrupted.
"Huh?" Li Ruyue was taken aback for a moment before replying, "Not yet."
"Then let's go together."
"Sure."
The congee shop wasn't far away, and since it was mealtime, it was quite crowded, with the line stretching outside. They joined the queue.
Wang Yueming's facial injury was somewhat distracting; people kept turning to look at him. He didn't seem to mind, standing there unconcerned.
Li Ruyue felt frustrated and somewhat regretted inviting him for a meal. She turned to see someone staring at Wang Yueming and muttering. Unable to hold back, she snapped, "What are you looking at? Having eyes makes you special?"
The person's expression darkened, and just as they were about to speak, they caught a cold glance from the boy beside her and walked away cursing.
Li Ruyue looked at Wang Yueming, who still had a calm expression. "You're so angry."
"I'm doing this for someone," Li Ruyue said before realizing that sounded off. She quickly added, "After all, it's because of me that you..."
"It's not because of you." Wang Yueming tugged at the corner of his mouth but didn't smile; the torn skin on his face started bleeding again. He casually grabbed a tissue from the side and pressed it against the wound.
Li Ruyue sighed and didn't say anything more.
Fortunately, they quickly found two empty seats in the corner, and Li Ruyue let Wang Yueming sit with her back to the crowd.
The meal was relatively quiet.
By the time they finished and headed home, it was already past one o'clock.
Li Ruyue and Wang Yueming parted ways at the entrance of the community. This time, he didn't leave first; instead, he waited until she crossed the street before departing.
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