Sorry

When Zhi Ying went up with hot water, Jiang Wei leaned against the head of the bed with his eyes half closed. Pale and haggard looking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Wei turned his head and looked out the door, his voice was joyful but powerless: "Zhi Zhi, you are here."

Zhi Ying felt uncomfortable seeing him like this, so she just walked in without answering.

"Zhi Zhi, didn't you have class today?" Jiang Wei asked, taking the cup and medicine from Zhi Ying's hand.

Seeing that Jiang Wei didn't cover his quilt properly, Zhi Ying clumsily reached out to adjust the quilt. Usually she couldn't even take care of herself properly, so now she was naturally clumsy when taking care of others.

Jiang Wei originally wanted to take advantage of his illness to make Zhi Ying feel sorry for him, but Zhi Ying's distraught appearance actually made him feel sorry for her.

After taking a few sips of the medicine, Jiang Wei placed the cup on the bedside table and took Zhi Ying's hand: "Zhi Zhi, why are you unhappy?"

Probably because of the high fever, Jiang Wei's voice was still a little hoarse, and she could tell that he was not feeling well.

Zhi Ying raised her head and looked straight at Jiang Wei. "I got the first place in this exam."

Jiang Wei's curved, and he praised with a gentle smile, "Mhm, our Zhi Zhi is the best."

Zhi Ying didn't feel much joy, and said stiffly, "That's because you fell ill during the exam."

Jiang Wei reached out and pinned Zhi Ying's broken hair behind her ears. She always ended up breaking strands of her hair. She was not very skilled in combing her hair, and she couldn't even tie a ponytail well.

"I used to take the first place because the difficulty of the test paper was only so high, and Zhi Zhi had no room for improvement." Jiang Wei was smarter than ordinary people, but he was not a genius. Before, in prder to get the first place, he actually had several famous college students in the capital to tutor him via video call in private. It was just so he could barely solve the last big question on the test paper every time.

Hearing Jiang Wei's comforting, Zhi Ying snorted, lowered her head and twisted her hands. Suddenly she said, "I skipped class today."

Jiang Wei was completely stunned, and smiled after a moment. "Then what would we do?"

"I don't know." Zhi Ying pouted, "Who told you to be sick?"

"So…" Jiang Wei's voice was warm, "In Zhi Zhi's heart, am I more important than studying?"

Zhi Ying looked at Jiang Wei, whose face was pale before but now had a trace of vitality, and snorted inexplicably.

Forget it, he is the person I like, it doesn't matter if you let him act like a baby, sometimes it is necessary to coax your lover, not to mention that he is still sick now.

Thinking of this, Zhi Ying replied directly: "You are more important."

Sure enough, Jiang Wei smiled even more happily. Zhi Ying nodded inwardly, she was right.

All of a sudden, Zhi Ying didn't have any desire for the first place ranking in the grade, as long as Jiang Wei didn't get sick.

A big stone in her heart fell to the ground, and Zhi Ying also breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she have time to look at Jiang Wei's room.

At a glance, she saw three ugly ceramic dolls on another bedside table. Very familiar, at least two of them were very familiar.

Zhi Ying recalled in her mind, remembering that she gave Jiang Wei two ceramic dolls.

On the far right was the oldest and ugliest ceramic doll. Zhi Ying couldn't remember when she gave it to Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei followed Zhi Ying's gaze, his heart skipped a beat but he didn't speak.

Zhi Ying couldn't help standing up, and went to pick up the doll on the far right: "This one looks like something I made before."

She examined it, but suddenly found her name on the bottom of the doll.

Zhi Ying was taken aback, it was her own handwriting. Although the handwriting on it was immature, it could be seen that it was her ugly handwriting which had been swaying for ten years.

Zhi Ying subconsciously looked at Jiang Wei, but Jiang Wei was still silent, looking at her quietly.

In an instant, the door of memory that had been dusty for a long time opened up suddenly. Zhi Ying held the ceramic doll tightly, and murmured blankly: "Little mute?"

Sometimes there would be no stimulation point, and the memory would only ever be hidden in the depths of the mind and would never appear. But once it was triggered, all the memories would rush to your face.

Zhi Ying looked at the ceramic doll in her hand, then looked at Jiang Wei who was silent on the bed, and said firmly, "You are little mute."

Jiang Wei, who was originally silent, suddenly had a smile on his handsome and clear face: "I'm not mute."

Zhi Ying frowned: "If you weren't, why did you have this doll? I only gave this to the little mute."

Jiang Wei stretched out his hand towards Zhi Ying: "The little mute is not mute."

Zhi Ying stared at Jiang Wei in a daze, finally understood what he meant, and slowly held Jiang Wei's hand.

Jiang Wei pulled Zhi Ying towards him forcefully, causing her to fall to the side of the bed.

"Zhi Zhi, you finally remembered." Jiang Wei originally thought that Zhi Ying had completely forgotten about himself. Otherwise, how could they have gone to the tree on Lugu Mountain but receive no response at all.

Zhi Ying opened her mouth a few times and finally didn't know what to say. She could only look down at the ugly doll.

"Did you take me there on purpose during the Lantern Festival last time?" Only then did Zhi Ying think of the ginkgo tree, where they met for the first time.

"It's a pity that Zhi Zhi didn't remember it at that time." Jiang Wei smiled lightly, leaning his head on Zhi Ying's shoulder.

Originally, Zhi Ying had felt guilty for wanting to plot against Jiang Wei to bring him down from the first place in the grade. Now that he made such a move again, she was almost overwhelmed by guilt.

"I'm sorry." Zhi Ying said mournfully with her head bowed.