Early the next morning, Shi Su got up.
Before falling asleep last night, she still felt somewhat guilty. If the man didn't die from the fall off the cliff, what if he got even more injured because of her?
Gently pushing open the door to the master bedroom, the room was extremely quiet. The man who was probably named Ji Han was either still asleep or unconscious. She tiptoed over, felt his forehead, which was still a bit hot, presumably because the wound had been strained again due to recent movement. However, his breathing was even and calm, and the medical gauze on his body no longer oozed more blood.
It shouldn't be too serious.
Shi Su went downstairs to a 24-hour pharmacy to buy some external and anti-inflammatory medicine, carefully lifted his bandages, cleaned the wounds, and applied the medicine.
After finishing everything, Mianmian's alarm clock went off in the next room, so she quickly slipped out of the master bedroom as if nothing had happened.
The door opened and closed, and Shi Su didn't see the man on the bed slowly open his eyes behind her.
Outside the bedroom, Shi Su could be heard urging Shi Mianmian to get up and wash up. Shi Mianmian brushed her teeth while saying, "Mommy, the kindergarten teacher said we must be loving. So, you definitely can't throw uncle out while I'm at kindergarten~"
Shi Su's disgruntled voice came: "Hurry up and brush your teeth, then come for breakfast. If you keep nagging, I'll throw you out first!"
A very ordinary morning, both adorable and lively.
Over the years, Jing Jihan had grown accustomed to the cold mornings abroad, but it felt as if he had intruded upon a little corner of the mortal world, infused with an inexplicable peace.
After Shi Mianmian took the school bus to kindergarten, Shi Su hurriedly began organizing her things.
There were too many items moved from the master bedroom to the children's room, and they weren't finished last night.
There were also a few clothes she frequently wore, which were still in the master bedroom closet. She glanced at the time, it was already eight thirty. She reheated the porridge she had bought in the morning before pushing open the master bedroom door.
Thinking he was still asleep, she was surprised to find he had already sat up.
"Cough." Shi Su cleared her throat, "I came in to grab a few of my regular clothes. This morning was rushed, so I didn't make breakfast. I bought some porridge downstairs and brought it up, reheated just now, would you like some?"
Jing Jihan looked at the woman peeking her head in through the bedroom door and said, "Thank you."
Shi Su went ahead and brought the porridge over to him and placed it on the bedside, "Well, you eat it yourself. Right now I'm really afraid to let you eat anything with oil or salt, since your injury is so severe, you can only eat this for the time being."
"It's already quite good," Jing Jihan gave her another glance, "You saved my life, took care of me all these days, and got up early to change my dressings, I'm very grateful."
His eyes were dark, deep, and captivating.
Shi Su paused, averting her gaze from his direction, blinking towards the wardrobe: "Just remember your promise of hundredfold repayment, no need to thank me."
With that, she quickly grabbed her clothes and left.
"Oh, by the way." The door suddenly swung open again, and Shi Su peeked her head back in, "There is an old phone in the drawer of the white cabinet by the bed. I tossed it in there last year when I got a new phone. The charger is also inside, I'm not sure if it still works, you can try it yourself. If it works, I'll give you the secondary card, so you can call me if you need anything at home, or I can have the old man from the clinic come up and look after you when I'm extremely busy."
Jing Jihan stood up. Although his movements were somewhat slow, it was clear that each movement required him to endure great pain, yet he managed to stand up and went to the drawer to take out the phone.
Shi Su muttered at his back, if he had asked her to help get it, it's not like she couldn't. Did he really not feel how painful his injuries were?
He didn't seem to like asking for help. Even when he said he would stay here, he mentioned the means of compensation, including for meals. It seemed that his convalescence here was like a tenant or a transaction, with no intention to plead.
This man appeared to be a very handsome and gentlemanly man who understood etiquette, but the arrogance in his bones was evident in every detail. This stubbornness was so similar to that of little Shi Mianmian.