In the narrow two-bed sickroom, the other bed is empty. This time there's only Duan Jia Xu inside. The room is so silent and lonely. He is laying flat on the bed and says nothing.
He shows no expression so Sang Zhi couldn't make out what he is thinking.
Without his approval, Sang Zhi also doesn't dare to get in. She just asks once more. "Could I?"
Duan Jia Xu speaks up and asks her: "Have you eaten your dinner?"
"I bought a bread nearby." Sang Zhi blinks and moves toward his side. She holds her plastic to give him a look. "I also buy a box of oolong tea."
"Could you be full by eating that?" Duan Jia Xu looks around. "You should call takeaway to eat."
Sang Zhi shakes her head. "I'm not too hungry."
Duan Jia Xu: "You eat nothing, how could you not be hungry?"
"I'm not hungry." She places the plastic bag on the desk and turns her body and moves the chair to next to his bed. She moves slowly: "If I want to eat, I will eat. I'm an adult, I wouldn't starve myself."
Duan Jia Xu looks at her and suddenly smiles. He says nothing else.
Sang Zhi sits down on the chair and takes out the bread out. She says: "I asked a nurse before. You should lay flat for six hours, then after twelve hours, you could get off the bed."
"Em."
Sang Zhi bites her bread and grumbles: "Now you still cannot eat anything. For a week, you should eat liquid food. This IV drip should be done for three days. "
Duan Jia Xu just listens absent-mindedly: "Em."
Then the room turns quiet.
It's only Sang Zhi's voice of eating her bread.
The sickroom has heater, after sitting for sometime Sang Zhi feels a bit hot. She stands up and takes off her coat. She hangs it on the chair.
Duan Jia Xu examines her and says lightly: "It's winter, why are you still wearing a coat?"
Suddenly the silence is broken.
Sang Zhi raises her head slowly and meets his eyes.
His tone sounds like the time her Ma caught her not wearing spring trousers on spring time.
Sang Zhi doesn't want to being controlled on what she could wear.
"This is a long skirt." Sang Zhi lowers her head and continues to chew her bread. "If you want to wear it, you also can wear it again."
"........."
Duan Jia Xu looks at her.
Her way of eating things are still the same. She will stuff her mouth till her cheeks are bulging. She looks like a pufferfish. He wants to laugh but he is afraid that he will tear open the wound. So he just says softly: "Here is colder than Nan Wu. You should pay more attention. It'll be hard if you fall ill."
Sang Zhi suddenly remembers the last time she came to Yi He. She feels it's hard too swallow. She doesn't see him and just drinks her Oolong tea. She nods.
She forces herself to finish the bread. Sang Zhi looks at the time. "Jia Xu Ge, do you want to sleep now?"
"What time is it?"
"It almost eleven o'clock."
Duan Jia Xu: "How would you sleep here?"
Sang Zhi thinks about it: "I'll rent the chair for carer. It's cheap."
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