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"I don't need you to care for me."
Chen Xu was momentarily taken aback when he heard these words.
It was hard to imagine that such words would come from Luo Xiyun.
Only his ex-girlfriend had ever said this to him—it was a fit of pique, with a hint of coaxing. A woman wouldn't say it unless the relationship had reached a certain level.
At least, not someone like Luo Xiyun, who told him face-to-face the day after he saved her, "You're not my type." She certainly wouldn't speak to a man in such a tone casually.
His surprise lasted only a moment.
What followed was a bit of displeasure. He had kindly wanted to help her with her injury, yet she said something like that. It felt like offering warmth only to be met with cold indifference.
In the past, when his ex-girlfriend said this for the first time, he really did turn around and leave.
However, no matter what, Luo Xiyun was injured, so he couldn't entirely ignore it.
He gently turned off the light in his hand, closed the door with a backward motion, deliberately using a bit of force, making a "bang" sound, yet he stood still.
Luo Xiyun, lying there, thought he had really left. Suddenly, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it out forcefully. Her shoulders started shaking, and soon, the sound of sobbing emerged.
"Uh—"
Chen Xu hadn't expected her to cry and was momentarily awkwardly at a loss.
Even his ex-girlfriend had never lost control like this in front of him.
Hearing her sobs, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—had he gone too far?
In the past three months, he had never proactively initiated contact with Luo Xiyun. The main reason was not wanting to seek rejection. Of course, there was a tiny bit of spite in his mindset.
In reality, whether in work or life, one would invariably encounter some dissatisfaction, endure grievances, and receive unfair treatment. Even if upset, often all one could do was bear it, which was a helpless reality.
But in this dream world, naturally, there were fewer concerns.
Since Luo Xiyun said she'd never fancy him, if he shamelessly continued forward, wouldn't he be utterly spineless?
From that time, he decided to keep his distance from her. Of course, if she sought his help, he wouldn't refuse.
However, she seemed intent on clashing with him, never taking the initiative to contact him, so they went three months without crossing each other's paths. He believed that if it weren't for today's typhoon, they would maintain this state until the dream ended.
From this, it could be seen that Luo Xiyun had a very stubborn nature.
Chen Xu knew this was just a dream, one set to end in six months. So, he could approach every day with a relaxed, almost vacation-like mindset and enjoy it pleasantly.
Luo Xiyun was entirely different. According to this dream setting, to her, everything was happening in reality, so naturally, she couldn't have his mindset. The initial months must have been an agonizing ordeal.
Even in such an environment, she insisted on holding her ground, refusing to initiate contact with him living next door. This resolve showed she was very stubborn and very proud.
Now, this Luo Xiyun—who in his impression was proud and stubborn—was crying, and by chance, he happened to see it, which was a little awkward.
In truth, thinking about it, it wasn't surprising. Ultimately, she was a young woman, having borne so much pressure these past months. Today, facing the typhoon, being injured, stranded on the road, spending the whole day in fear, it's already commendable she hadn't collapsed on the spot.
Hearing her cries made Chen Xu somewhat soft-hearted, and he gently asked, "Does your foot hurt a lot?"
Hearing this, Luo Xiyun's trembling shoulders froze, and she shockingly raised her head. Tears clung to her long eyelashes, her nose was red. She looked at him with a gaze filled with a mix of anger and embarrassment, her mouth slightly open as if lost for words.
Chen Xu turned the desk lamp back on, illuminating the entire bedroom, then took out an ice pack, Yunnan Baiyao, bandages, and other items from the bag, saying, "Let me check your foot first and see if there's any bone damage."
As he spoke, he crouched down, reaching for her foot.
When Luo Xiyun's foot was grabbed, she reacted and jerked it back abruptly, saying with shame and anger, "Don't touch me."
Chen Xu immediately let go to avoid inadvertently touching her injury and causing further harm. He frowned and said, "An injury isn't a small thing. Now isn't the time to be willful."
Luo Xiyun stared at him with eyes red, gritting her teeth and said, "What business is it of yours?"
At this point, Chen Xu couldn't be bothered to be angry with her. He moved a chair from the side to sit down, decided to reason with her, "No matter what, I've never offended you, right? You don't understand why you're so angry with me."
"Previously, I even saved you. Let's not mention that for now. Just today, I braved such a big typhoon, drove for hours, searched road by road, and finally managed to bring you back. You didn't say a word of thanks, which is fine. But throwing a tantrum at me—isn't that a bit too much?"
Luo Xiyun's chest heaved rapidly, her eyes turned even redder, but she didn't say another word, turned her face away, and wouldn't look at him again.
Seeing her reaction, Chen Xu shrugged, stood up, and said, "Fine, I'll leave the medicine here for you to handle yourself." With that, he intended to leave, taking the bag but leaving the rechargeable lamp behind.
As he opened the door, he suddenly paused and said, "I know you don't like seeing me. So hurry and get your injury healed. By then, I promise I won't appear in front of you again."
With a "bang," the door closed.
This time, Chen Xu truly left, returning to his own room. Luo Xiyun's attitude, although slightly disheartening, was contrasted by the lack of social interaction for months. Finally, having someone to chat with today, even if it involved a bit of conflict, overall, he still felt quite happy.
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