I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 192 - 186: Moistening Things Silently

Chapter 192: Chapter 186: Moistening Things Silently

When Old Wu learned from other teachers that both Qingran and Xie Ying’an had not come to class, he became somewhat panicked.

These two kids had a tendency towards puppy love, and it wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed, he just didn’t intervene because their grades had been improving, not declining.

Who would have thought that today they would overstep the boundaries so much by simultaneously skipping class without even asking for leave.

It was too much, simply too much!

Old Wu, filled with anger, was about to call both of them when Xie Ying’an’s call came through first.

Old Wu answered the phone, and before he could utter a word of reprimand, he heard Xie Ying’an on the other end speak indifferently, "Teacher, Li Qingran is sick, I’m asking for leave on her behalf."

"Sick, sick?" Old Wu was startled, immediately switching to a caring tone: "Have you gone to the hospital?"

Of course, they hadn’t gone to the hospital.

Xie Ying’an calmly explained a few things to Old Wu and, by the way, also asked for leave for himself.

Old Wu was somewhat reluctant to agree, saying Li Qingran should be taken care of by her family, and with the finals and third year of high school not far away, the urgent matter was still to study well, and he went on and on.

Xie Ying’an frowned, already showing a hint of impatience, he gripped the phone tightly and said coldly, "I am Li Qingran’s family."

After that, he didn’t care about Old Wu’s reaction and hung up the phone directly.

The living room was cooled by the central air conditioning, which was much cooler than Qingran’s room without the air conditioning turned on, but Xie Ying’an did not stay there long. After hanging up the call, he tiptoed into Qingran’s room.

Qingran was still sleeping. He walked over, bent down, and touched her forehead again—it was not as hot as it had been in the morning; the fever had subsided a lot.

The cool touch on her forehead made Qingran shiver involuntarily, she groggily opened her eyes, and still, it was Xie Ying’an she saw.

After sleeping for an hour, the medicine was beginning to take effect, at least her head didn’t hurt as much.

"...You didn’t go to class?" Qingran sat up, casually tied up her messy hair, and asked Xie Ying’an.

"I’ve asked for leave from Old Wu, not going today."

Xie Ying’an poured her another cup of hot water and handed it to her, "Feeling any better?"

"Much better." Qingran didn’t really want to drink, but she took the cup and sipped slowly, holding it in her hands.

The room didn’t have the air conditioning on, and Qingran didn’t feel the heat even though it was 37°C outside.

Her voice was huskier than before, and she simply stopped talking; with her headache unbearable, reading a book was definitely out of the question, and thus, the dull day became somewhat hard to bear.

Qingran was sick, but Xie Ying’an was not—he was still a healthy normal person and naturally felt hot in the high temperature, evident from the sweat beads constantly forming on his forehead.

But Qingran wasn’t looking at him; she was holding the water cup, daydreaming, and after a while, thinking about the silhouette from her dream last night.

Perhaps because her memories from her previous life ended with a harsh screech of brakes, she always felt that the silhouette could possibly be her.

If it was indeed her, then what on earth happened that led her to such desperation?

Qingran believed her own heart to be quite strong—even when seeing the female protagonist awaken memories that had been sealed for seventeen years, she quickly accepted this unchangeable reality.

Thus, while she felt the silhouette could possibly be her, she could not accept that she would have done something so irrational.

There was another possibility—could that silhouette be the Li Qingran from the book?

That didn’t make sense either; the words of the pedestrian she still remembered, the severity of the car accident had almost no likelihood of survival, and even if one was saved, one would probably have to lie in bed for several years.

In that case, the timeline in the book wouldn’t match up; she still remembered that the Li Qingran in the book married Lin Zhou right after graduating from high school in her third year...

Many plots had already changed from what was written in the book, and during this time, Qingran had stopped deliberately distancing herself or avoiding Xie Ying’an because he was the male protagonist in the book.

Xie Ying’an was perceptive to the slightest details, and he had long since noticed this subtle change.

He took the empty cup from Qingran’s hands and asked her what she wanted for breakfast.

Qingran had no appetite and didn’t feel like eating anything, just shaking her head.

"That won’t do!" This time, Xie Ying’an didn’t comply with her wishes; he insisted, "Even if you don’t have an appetite, you have to eat something."

"But I’m not hungry," Qingran frowned, not realizing that her attitude towards Xie Ying’an was much more accommodating than towards others: "Although, Xu’s buns are not bad..."

But at this time, Xu’s breakfast shop should have already closed up.

She sighed, spread her hands indifferently towards Xie Ying’an who was looking at her: "Let’s just eat with lunch then, it’s not that long anyway."

It was almost ten in the morning, at most two hours away.

Xie Ying’an looked at her for a moment, then suddenly stood up in silence and walked outside, pausing at the door before turning back and saying, "I’ll be out for a bit, sleep some more if you feel unwell."

Qingran wondered, just as she was about to ask if Xie Ying’an was going back to school, before she could ask, she heard the sound of the door closing with a ’click,’ and the tall, slender figure of the boy was no longer visible inside the house.

Qingran: "..."

He left quite quickly.

Qingran wasn’t sleepy anymore, but she still felt uncomfortable with her headache and dizziness, so she lay back down on the bed. However, this time, she kept her eyes open and thought about things instead of sleeping.

When Xie Ying’an returned nearly forty minutes later, he was soaked in sweat, as if he had been drenched in water and come back out.

"Here are the buns you wanted." Xie Ying’an handed Li Qingran the bag of freshly purchased buns.

Before Qingran could ask where he went, she just dumbly took over the still-warm buns, somewhat stunned, "Did you go out of your way to buy buns? Was Xu’s not closed yet?"

Usually, isn’t Xu’s closed by nine o’clock in the morning? She had also gone after nine o’clock, and it was closed.

Xie Ying’an curved his lips, his eyes slightly upturned, appearing a bit triumphant: "You’re in luck today, when I got there, Xu’s wasn’t closed yet."

Qingran also smiled, then lowered her head to guess which of the buns was flavored to her liking.

Almost certain, she picked up one of the buns, brought it to her lips, and took a gentle bite—it was indeed the familiar taste.

The girl ate happily, her plump almond eyes curving into crescents.

When she was happy, Xie Ying’an was also happy.

He still sat on the stool next to the bed, occasionally looking at the book in his hand, occasionally looking at Qingran, his eyes filled with doting.

To conquer a city, one must win over hearts; to win hearts, there are no shortcuts, it can only be done subtly.

He started to integrate his presence into Li Qingran’s life, bit by bit, quietly, so that when Li Qingran finally realized, it would be too late to avoid him.

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