Chapter 1220: Chapter 820: Ties That Cannot Be Severed, Still Entangled (Part 2)

The two women were still high-spirited, and Jiang Nian followed behind, thinking to himself, what’s there to see at a beach?

Whatever, since I’m already here.

Let’s take a picture.

"Hurry up, catch up!" Xu Qianqian turned around, "Don’t be so slow, or we won’t wait for you."

Jiang Nian: "...."

They wandered and snacked for a while, as the night grew cold and quiet.

The three of them walked to a secluded place, chatting as they strolled, talking about feelings and the upcoming plans.

"Where to tomorrow?"

"Are we just leaving?" Song Xiyun hesitated.

"Let’s stay another day, explore somewhere else." Jiang Nian pondered for a while, "Walk around in the morning, shop in the afternoon."

"Then we’ll see how it goes, and head out after a good night’s sleep the day after."

"Oh, okay then."

Xu Qianqian was uncharacteristically obedient, partly due to trust built from a young age, partly because Jiang Nian was quite reliable.

"Eek~~ So cold!!"

At a small stall, the three of them clutched barbecue and cola. The two women kept complaining about spiciness or coldness.

Despite the complaints, they ate enthusiastically.

After eating and drinking their fill, it was already eleven at night.

Feeling worn out from the day, their spirits dwindled. So they went back to the hotel, each to their own room.

With a click, Jiang Nian collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Nian was woken by a ringing sound. Instinctively reaching for his phone, he felt the unfamiliar surroundings.

Oh right, he was staying in a hotel.

Answering the call, he found it was Xu Qianqian.

"What’s wrong?"

Having finished exams, he didn’t need to sleep precisely on schedule, so naturally, he was a bit groggy, sounding somewhat muddled.

Until he heard Xu Qianqian’s anxious voice.

"Xiyun seems to have a fever....."

"Hm?"

Jiang Nian hung up the phone, turned on the light, and got up. Since he was sleeping in clothes, he went directly next door.

Knocked on the door, waited for it to open.

Soon, the door opened, and Xu Qianqian pulled Jiang Nian inside. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp.

Song Xiyun was lying on the bed, looking somewhat weak.

"Feverish?"

"No...just a bit tired." Song Xiyun opened her eyes, shook her head in denial, "I’ll be fine after sleeping a bit."

"Don’t be stubborn, your whole body is burning up." Xu Qianqian was anxious, "Let’s go to the hospital for emergency care."

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Nian.

"Don’t panic yet." Jiang Nian comforted, "Let me check first, going to the hospital now is too tiring."

He leaned down, touched Song Xiyun’s forehead.

"Not too severe."

Then, he asked some questions. Feeling the problem wasn’t major, he decided to lower the fever and observe.

Only because he truly understood Song Xiyun’s physical condition, without any underlying issues.

Jiang Nian went downstairs, got some ice from the hotel front desk. Wrapped it in a cloth bag to lower Song Xiyun’s temperature.

They fussed until four in the morning, Xiao Song’s fever finally subsided.

Xu Qianqian sighed in relief, directly collapsed onto the bed, and snuggled into the same covers.

Jiang Nian: "???"

"Get out."

"No."

Upon hearing this, he was instantly annoyed, "If this cold spreads, I’ll have to take care of both of you?"

"Nope."

Jiang Nian: "...."

Song Xiyun didn’t know what to say, just curled up in the blankets, after all, she was indeed sick, no need to pretend.

The world is filled with ambiguity.

Having gone through much together, many thoughts need no guessing, truly avoiding suspicion, Jiang Nian would not have reached out.

Jiang Nian glanced at Xu Qianqian, then at Song Xiyun.

Sigh.

....

Five in the morning.

The sky began to brighten, Jiang Nian lay on Xu Qianqian’s bed. Watching the two women sleeping on the double bed opposite.

He didn’t leave, nor did he fall asleep.

Finally waited for daylight, went downstairs for breakfast, Song Xiyun had little appetite.

Under the persuasion of the two, she drank some plain porridge, giving her stomach some substance, regaining some energy.

Instead of going to the hospital, they found a nearby clinic.

A small space, divided into consultation and pharmacy, with an injection room at the back.

The doctor was in his fifties or sixties, appeared somewhat sluggish.

"Usually not very healthy, right?"

"Not bad." Song Xiyun looked weak, "Haven’t been sick much in the past six months."

"Good appetite?"

"So-so."

"Fever, high-stress levels." The old doctor stated, "Caught a cold yesterday, everything piled together."

"I usually feel quite good."

"Recently." The old doctor didn’t lift his head, his pen paused on the medical record, "Injection or medicine?"

"Hm?" The doctor looked up, seeing a combination of one man and two women, his gaze slowly lowered.

"Hm....medicine."

Collected medicine, paid up.

The two women walked ahead, Jiang Nian followed behind. All three felt slightly awkward, maintaining silence.

Back at the hotel, started playing on their phones.

"Extend the stay?"

"Yes."

"Let’s stay for now, since the weather is bad." Jiang Nian commented, "Might as well look at the sea."

The room’s curtains were tightly closed, no one turned on the lights. Xu Qianqian, hearing this, suddenly turned around to look at him solemnly.

"Can everything be done halfway?"

Jiang Nian said nothing, knowing whatever he said wouldn’t help. Two standing, one sitting at the bed’s edge.

Mixed emotions within, silent for a long time, as if strands of transparent threads were emerging from his chest.

Tangled together, inseparable and chaotic.

A triangular stance.

"Not really, we’ll discuss later." He remarked, "The weather’s bad, seeing the sea is just that."

Xu Qianqian glanced at him, nodded.

"Hm."

Song Xiyun sat, pursed her lips.

"Sorry for holding you back. If I don’t recover soon, you guys go ahead and play."

"I actually....."

As she spoke, Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian simultaneously turned, their gazes quickly focused on Song Xiyun.

Some things just take you by surprise.

The thought was to enjoy a relaxing trip, during which things naturally sorted themselves out.

No matter what, there’s always a direction to move towards.

Jiang Nian thought, initially he and Xu Qianqian made the first move, smoothly shared a kiss on the balcony, even touched that thing.

That bit of awkwardness gradually turned into naturalness.

Little Song seemed to have sensed it, instead becoming uneasy. Gradually retreating, with thoughts suppressed.

Xu Qianqian felt a complex mix of emotions, thinking about more, a conflicted expression on her face, mouth slightly agape.

"I..."

Hearing this, Little Song raised her head.

"You guys..."

Actually not saying it is fine.

There’s just the last layer of modesty covering, once one pretends to not know, slowly letting it go.

After a few years, it becomes an amusing memory.

Maybe during gatherings, it could even be privately joked about, reminiscing youth.

Jiang Nian looked at the two women, pondered slightly.

"The plan is ready."

Upon hearing, Xu Qianqian frowned. Originally hesitant and conflicted, instantly annoyed by this man.

"You still feel like playing now?"

Song Xiyun also glanced at Jiang Nian, though had no reason for blame, there was nonetheless a hint of resentment.

"I might not be able to play....."

"We’re here now." Jiang Nian attempted to work his magic, hoping it’d work, "I can’t just play alone."

"Who wants to play with you?" Xu Qianqian stepped forward, pushing him.

"You?"

"I certainly don’t want to."

"Then I’ll play with Xiao Song."

"No..... I’m sick." Song Xiyun quickly refused, "I want to go home and rest, lie down."

"Then I’ll return too, leave you on your own!" Xu Qianqian conveniently sat beside Song Xiyun.

"If you’re not there, I’m not interested either."

"Then let’s head back." Jiang Nian decided, "We’ve seen the sea, it was nothing special."

.....

Thus, after three days of travel, they returned home.

Back to Zhen Nan, in the bright summer. The sun hung high overhead, the county remained backward and dull.

The three of them, however, felt rejuvenated as if returning to a flowing river, instantly relaxed.

"Miss home."

"Me too."

"I mean, you’ve only been gone three days." Jiang Nian teased, yet couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.

In your own turf, it’s full of security.

As for the rest, reaching this point, many words and things need not be discussed further.

With a click, someone patted Jiang Nian on the shoulder.

Turning around.

Xu Qianqian glared at him, rolled her eyes, "Tonight, you should come over."