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He squinted at me.
His gaze was slightly dangerous, and he spoke in a bad tone, "I helped you get things done, and you don't even give me a sip of water before trying to chase me away?"
My goodness, that sentence nearly scared me to death.
When did he, Xiao Minxing, become this kind of person? He used to never waste words with me, especially not playful ones; he had never said anything like that before. Now, suddenly, it's as if he's changed completely. Since he arrived this morning, nothing has been normal.
Even if he came to help me at Mina's request, following our previous mode of interaction, once the task was done, wouldn't he just leave? Why does he still want water?
When I looked up at him, he was also looking at me and moved his lips slightly, as if he really was a bit dry.
I got up and handed him a bottle of water, casually saying, "Shall we have lunch here?"
He nodded rudely and said, "Sure."
Then he shifted his eyes back to the television and stopped talking to me.
Standing in the living room felt quite dull, so I turned and went to the study.
On the desk were all the sketchbooks I had drawn recently. Since I needed to give them to Bai Xiaoqing next week, I had to organize them in the next couple of days.
There were also some ongoing sketches still fixed on the drawing board, along with scattered sheets of paper, making it look a bit messy.
Now I don't have to worry about meals anymore; I actually have time to slowly organize these things.
When Jin Ke came back, I didn't realize that by the time I had tidied up the Study Room, she was already in the kitchen cooking. Moreover, Xiao Minxing was surprisingly sitting there watching TV, even though the program had long changed.
What’s different here from the Xiao Family is that their Living Room is too big. Ever since Xiao Minxing got sick, he seems to particularly enjoy sitting alone. Sometimes I suspect he isn’t really watching TV but using the images on the screen to disguise his daydreaming. At that moment, he sat in the Living Room, and no matter how I looked at him from any angle, he always felt distant and unreachable.
Now my house, although not small, is only one story. The Living Room is located in the middle, so whenever someone comes out from another room, they can see it, and it's closer in distance. That sense of distance is gone, and I can see his loneliness more clearly.
Xiao Minxing turned to glance at me and then lightly patted the Sofa beside him, signaling me to come over.
I slowly walked over and sat down a seat away from him. Turning my head to look at what was on TV, I heard Xiao Minxing ask, "You probably rarely watch TV too, right?"
I replied with a "mm," then said, "I usually read more; watching TV all the time isn't good for the eyes. But it hasn't been a waste; Mina watches more when she comes."
Everything in this house was prepared by Xiao Minxing. Perhaps influenced by the past, if I were to say that the things he bought were useless, I wouldn't know if it would hurt his feelings again. So I tried to phrase my words more gently.
He just curled his lips into a smile and bluntly said, "Watching TV hurts your eyes; does that mean looking at a computer doesn't?"
That really stung; it’s better if we both just don’t talk.
I stood up wanting to leave when Xiao Minxing suddenly grabbed my hand. His eyes were still on the TV, but his words came out: "Just sit with me for a while; it's fine if we don't talk."
A sudden shock ran through me; an inexplicable feeling of emptiness and heartache surged uncontrollably. My gaze remained on his face but only saw his already restored calm expression.
After a while, he turned to look at me again and glanced at the kitchen before saying, "Having a nanny has its inconveniences too; like now, it's uncomfortable to talk to you."
"You can just say what you want. Can Jin Ke eavesdrop?"
Xiao Minxing smiled, but that smile faded quickly, and instead asked me, "Are you still afraid of me now?"
His words caught me off guard, and I didn't know how to respond. However, seeing his desolate expression made me feel a bit reluctant, so I shook my head and said, "It's not that I'm afraid of you; it's just that you're not well right now, and I'm afraid I'll upset you again."
He suddenly turned his head, looking at me intently and asked, "Do you know how I got this illness?"
I didn't dare to meet his gaze, shifting my eyes away as I nodded and said, "You mentioned before that it was because of me."
Xiao Minxing inexplicably smiled again, but this time the smile seemed bitter, as if he were about to cry. I had some lingering fear of him in my heart, but at that moment it turned into deep sorrow, as if someone had accidentally poured a bottle of vinegar over my chaotic thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I... did too many wrong things before, made you angry, and even lied to you..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Xiao Minxing tightened his grip on my hand. His gaze was unusual, and even his voice became hoarse.
"You were indeed wrong many times, but not now; it was a long time ago," he said, with a hint of red in his eyes that was quite frightening.
I wanted to pull my hand back, but he held on tightly without giving me any space.
If it weren't for Jin Ke coming out of the kitchen at that moment, I would have suspected that my hand might be broken from his grip.
Jin Ke paused for a moment before placing the dishes on the dining table and taking a couple of steps toward us. "Mr. Xiao, Sister An, let's eat."
As Xiao Minxing loosened his grip, I quickly pulled my hand away. In my haste to stand up, I almost stumbled but managed to grab the armrest of the Sofa.
Jin Ke has come over, helped me to the dining table, and then returned to the kitchen to bring out the remaining meals.
I glanced at Xiao Minxing, who was still in the living room. He sat still, his body slightly turned towards me, but his head was turned towards the window, looking cold and distant.
Jin Ke was quite clever; after bringing out the meals, he went to the living room to invite Xiao Minxing again.
Seeing him get up, I finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. I was truly afraid that this meal would not go well and turn into a scene like before.
However, since Xiao Minxing's expression was not good, throughout the meal, we tried to speak as little as possible. I even felt sweat on my hands while holding the chopsticks.
After finishing his meal, Xiao Minxing did not linger. As he got up to leave, he glanced at me and said, "It seems I should come here less often in the future."
I didn't know how to respond to him and watched as he reached the entrance. Jin Ke also accompanied him and closed the door before asking me, "Sister An, does Mr. Xiao not live here?"
I nodded reluctantly and instructed her to clean up the dishes and then go rest while I returned to my room.
I initially thought it would be difficult to sleep with so many worries on my mind, but unexpectedly, I fell into a daze shortly after lying down and entered a dream.
In this long dream, there were many scenes from my childhood—sometimes I was in an orphanage, and sometimes I was at my foster parents' home.
In this dream, there was always a boy standing far away, his figure blurry. I could clearly feel him watching me, but every time I turned around to confirm his position, I couldn't pinpoint it accurately due to layers of mist.
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