"Why aren't you eating? Is it not to your liking?"
Suddenly, Xingxing threw his chopsticks onto the table, left coldly, and walked away from the dining table.
Ye Ziyu watched him go upstairs without looking back, picked up the chopsticks he had used, and put a strand of noodles into her mouth.
The taste was the same as before, quite delicious. Or was he allergic to a certain ingredient?
Ye Ziyu put down her chopsticks and followed him upstairs, worried.
Before Xingxing could close the door, Ye Ziyu's hand reached out and blocked the closing door.
"Hiss~"
Xingxing guiltily released his hand.
The door opened, and Ye Ziyu pulled back her hand that had been caught. Her finger was red from being pinched, and it ached faintly under the nail.
"Are you allergic to eggs?"
Without bothering to check her wound, Ye Ziyu asked Xingxing with concern.
She had rushed over because she was worried about him.
Xingxing shook his head awkwardly, casually making an excuse, "I'm not hungry anymore."
"You scared me! I thought you were allergic to eggs. If you have an allergy, not taking medicine can be serious. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm," Ye Ziyu expressed her concern generously.
Seeing her genuine concern, Xingxing felt even more guilty.
"Your hand."
Ye Ziyu looked down at her swollen finger, brought it to her lips to kiss it, and then smiled to comfort him, "It's okay, it'll be better by tomorrow."
"I have medicine," Xingxing turned back into his room and retrieved a small brown bottle.
He clearly cared about her, yet he acted indifferent. Listening to his brief words, Ye Ziyu found him increasingly endearing.
Ye Ziyu playfully stretched out her hand and said, "I hurt my right hand, so I might need you to help me apply the medicine."
Xingxing hesitated for a moment, then moved aside, allowing her to enter.
Once inside the room, Ye Ziyu noticed that the entire house was decorated in black or gray. Just like the clothes Xingxing wore during the day, it made people hesitant to approach.
Xingxing skillfully used a cotton swab to dab his medicine onto Ye Ziyu's wound, then wrapped the injured area with gauze.
"Thank you," Ye Ziyu said, looking at her bandaged wound.
Xingxing avoided her gaze and tidied the medicine box with his back to her, coldly dismissing her, "I need to rest."
"Then, see you tomorrow." Ye Ziyu got up and left the room.
She wanted to turn back and say goodnight, but Xingxing gave her no chance. The moment she left the room, the door was immediately closed.
Hmph, such a stubborn child!
Ye Ziyu looked at the gauze on her finger, still feeling happy. For some reason, seeing Xingxing reminded her of her last child, who had suffocated and died because she had kept him inside for too long. If she had been a little faster, she would have had four adorable babies.
Glancing back at the cold door, Ye Ziyu returned to her room with a cheerful mood.
In the room.
Xingxing stared at the spot where Ye Ziyu had sat, a thousand questions surfacing in his mind.
The next day.
Di Mingjue woke up and looked at Ye Ziyu beside him. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, trying to wake her with a kiss.
"Stop it!" Ye Ziyu blocked him with her hand.
The gauze on her finger was exposed. Di Mingjue thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to your hand?"
It was fine before bed, so how did it get injured after waking up?
Di Mingjue sat up in bed, grabbed Ye Ziyu's hand, and examined the wound.
After removing the gauze, the skin wound had already begun to heal. However, her nail bed, having been pinched, had formed a bruise, making the nail look somewhat black.
"What exactly happened? Did you go out last night?" Di Mingjue pressed for answers.
Fearing he would worry too much, Ye Ziyu told him a general account of what happened last night.
Upon learning that it was caused by the door, Di Mingjue cautioned, "That child has a cold and aloof personality. It's best if you don't interact with him unless absolutely necessary."
"He's actually quite good. He felt very guilty when he saw I was injured. He was the one who treated my wound," Ye Ziyu spoke favorably of Xingxing.