Chapter 53 An Yi, don't you want to hug me?

When Jin He regained consciousness, it was already daytime. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the white ceiling of the hospital. He heard the beeping of medical equipment. He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was swallowed up by the oxygen mask in front of him.

Jin He only remembered that he seemed to have fainted in the dormitory, and it must have been An Yi who saved him, that loud-voiced guy...

However, there was no one in the ward at this time. Jin He lay quietly for a while, but he really needed to go to the toilet. However, several metal plates were attached to his chest, which restrained him and prevented him from moving around. Just as he was struggling to sit up, the ward door was suddenly opened.

A tall boy walked in, his head almost touching the door frame. He was wearing a black hoodie and had an earphone around his neck. Jin He stared at him for a while, a few question marks popping into her head.

"Chen Duoyuan?"

"Hey! Xiao He, you're awake!" Shen Duoyuan rushed to Jin He, reaching out to touch her body to check her temperature, exclaiming excitedly, "How are you now? Are you feeling unwell? The captain said you had a very serious illness, are you feeling any better now, Xiao He?"

"Why are you here?" Jin He spoke through an oxygen mask, her voice muffled, her brows furrowed as she impatiently tried to lift the mask off.

"Alright, you should get some rest," Shen Duoyuan comforted him. "Take good care of yourself, we still have to go perform together tomorrow."

"What music show? What songs are you going to perform?"

“Our group’s music show performance.” Shen Duoyuan took out his phone, the date on which was 2018.

Seven years ago.

Shen Duoyuan said, "You'll see."

Jin He: "..."

"Are you trying to tell me that I've traveled through time?"

"yes."

Jin He: "..."

He didn't want to talk to this idiot anymore.

"You don't believe me?"

"Shen Duoyuan, do I look that much like an idiot?" After not seeing him for several years, Jin He really didn't want to roll her eyes at him, but she couldn't help it, so she had to turn her head away.

"Huh? Why don't you believe me? I clearly adjusted the time."

You think everyone is as stupid as you?

"What are you doing here?" Jin He asked him.

"There's news all over the internet about you being sick and hospitalized. I asked the captain for your hospital room number and came to see you. Jiang Xiubai is on a plane back to China and should arrive tonight." Shen Duoyuan then remembered to catch up with Jin He. "Xiao He, it's been so many years. How have you been?"

"It's alright," Jin He replied.

"How come you're alright? How come you've taken such good care of yourself? You're so young and your heart is already so weak. You were perfectly healthy before. What happened?" Shen Duoyuan said with a worried frown. "The captain told me that when you were first brought to the hospital, your lips were already purple. The doctor rushed you to the emergency room and resuscitated you."

Jin He hadn't expected it to be this serious.

"Let me tell you, after An Yi took you to the operating room, he secretly wiped away his tears outside. I found out, but your sister and the crew were there at the time, so I didn't expose him."

"You're quite thoughtful, aren't you?"

Jin He teased him, but her heart was heavy. This must have terrified An Yi, as this was the first time he had ever seen her have such a relapse.

Where is he now?

Shen Duoyuan picked up an apple from the bedside table and crunched it in his mouth. He said, "The doctor said you'll wake up soon. He went downstairs to buy you some food. He should be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to prove his point, the door to the ward was pushed open, and the person who came in was An Yi. Jin He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he didn't have the discomfort of being unconscious with an oxygen mask on, because his lips were still moist when he woke up, which showed that he had been well taken care of while he was sick.

An Yi, on the other hand, looked unshaven and had dark circles under his eyes.

Instead, he seemed like the one who was terminally ill.

An Yi, who had been looking down, was only slightly taken aback when he saw Jin He looking at him with his eyes open. He then walked over, placed the things in his hands on the bedside table, and patted Shen Duoyuan's shoulder.

"You should go back first."

Jin He tried to sit up in bed. He raised his hand, but before he could speak, An Yi reached out and pressed a switch on the bed, and the headboard of the hospital bed slowly rose.

Even if Shen Duoyuan was oblivious, he could sense the subtle atmosphere between the two, so he nodded and said to Jin He, "Xiao He, you should rest well. I'll come to see you with Xiu Bai tonight."

Jin He smiled faintly, her face pale, and nodded at him.

Now only An Yi and Jin He were left in the ward. The silence was so intense it felt suffocating. Even the sound of An Yi unpacking the plastic bag seemed particularly jarring. Jin He turned to look at him. An Yi brought out a bowl of porridge, opened the lid, and placed it on the bedside table to cool.

He remained expressionless and didn't say a word throughout the entire process.

"Um..." Jin He wanted to say something to ease the tension, so she asked, "How did I get here? How long have I been unconscious?"

“We called an ambulance,” An Yi answered truthfully. “You were unconscious for two days.”

"Oh." Jin He looked down at the back of his hand. He must have just had an injection; the IV catheter was still in his hand. "I heard it's quite dangerous, haha..."

An Yi kept his head down and didn't say anything.

"Are you angry?" Jin He asked, looking at his face.

Upon hearing this, An Yi's taut string snapped with a "snap," and a tear fell instantly. He slowly bent down, carefully took Jin He's hand that wasn't being pricked, and placed it against her forehead.

"I'm not angry, I'm just too scared." An Yi's voice was low and hoarse. Jin He knew how much he cherished his voice. He hadn't eaten spicy food or sugar, smoked or drunk alcohol, and didn't even eat anything too cold for so many years since his debut. He must be inflamed now, because his voice was hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Your heart stopped beating on the way to the hospital. The doctor performed CPR on you right there in the ambulance and you were still being resuscitated in the operating room. The doctor said it was fortunate that you didn't have a high fever for long. If you had been brought here any later, it would have been much more serious."

An Yi placed Jin He's hand against his cheek. It seemed like he hadn't shaved for days; the stubble was prickly. Tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving them slightly damp. An Yi gently squeezed Jin He's knuckles, as if still confirming Jin He's presence.

"I'm sorry," An Yi said. "I'm sorry, I won't bring up getting back together with you again. I don't want you to be my boyfriend anymore."

"I just want you to be healthy, just be healthy."

He lowered his head and knelt by Jin He's hospital bed, his tone almost pleading.

Jin He sighed, a sense of helplessness welling up inside him. He clearly loved An Yi, but why did he always make An Yi sad?

It seems that An Yi has never been happy in front of him since their reunion. In fact, An Yi has not done anything wrong and does not owe him anything.

"An Yi, don't cry." The other hand, with an IV needle inserted, was gently placed on An Yi's head.

"An Yi," Jin He called out to him, "An Yi, don't you want to hug me?"