In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 61

The snowy day was a world of pure white.

As Jennie groggily opened her eyes, a few strands of white light filtered through the window, like a piece of silk floating in the dimly lit room.

Her head was still spinning, and for a moment, she forgot where she was.

There were faint sounds outside the door, and she wearily got up, her footsteps still unsteady.

The living room and kitchen were separated by only a transparent glass window.

The misty steam filled the small square space, and the world became hazy and dreamlike in an instant.

Jennie's footsteps faltered, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.

A tall and thin figure stood with their back to her.

Her fingers trembled, her nose tingled with a sourness, and she almost burst into tears in the next second.

The clock on the living room wall ticked away, its sound clear in the quiet house.

It felt to Jennie like her heart was inside the clock, beating along with the trembling second hand. It raced uncontrollably, trembling with each beat, amplified by the silence of the room. Suddenly, a loud "bang" echoed as a pot fell to the ground, causing her to tremble and push open the door that felt like it was miles away.

The misty fog outside was like the snowflakes that floated in the air. As the fog cleared, the figure in front of her became clearer, but Jennie's heart sank. "Are you awake?"

The figure turned around, and his handsome features seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, warm and gentle. His voice was clear and gentle, not belonging to the winter season.

But it wasn't Lisa.

Something was simmering in the pot, making a soft bubbling sound.

Jennie lowered her gaze, and her disappointment overflowed from her drooping shoulders.

She spoke, her voice husky, "Hmm, I stayed up late yesterday, and maybe I feel better after sleeping."

Zhou Yanshi smiled, "You had a fever. I just gave you a fever-reducing patch, and it should have gone down by now."

Jennie was taken aback and touched her forehead, feeling a sizable plastic patch.

"Thank you."

The fever-reducing patch had already been warmed by her body temperature, and it came off as a warm lump.

Zhou Yanshi produced a bowl of porridge from somewhere and said in a warm voice, "Drink this bowl of porridge first, and then take your medicine."

It was a bowl of vegetable porridge, with no taste, and it seemed like they had forgotten to add salt. As she looked at the messy kitchen, Jennie knew he had never cooked before.

Gratefully, she finished the porridge and placed the porcelain bowl on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you," Jennie said again after taking her medicine, seemingly unable to say anything else.

With a smile on his lips, Zhou Yanshi said, "Think about how many times you've said thank you today."

He handed her the fever-reducing medicine and considerately mixed the just-boiled water with cold water before serving it to her.

The snow seemed particularly quiet that day.

The young man stood in front of the French window, with the white snowflakes falling all around him. Yet, he exuded a warmth that did not belong to winter, like the gentle spring breeze in April, soothing and calming, without any hint of aggression, making even the most restless heart feel at peace.