They were certain now that Zhou Yuxi had no memory of what had happened last night, her nightmares, her terror, her pain seemed to have completely vanished.
Perhaps it was better that way.
Jin Zixuan gratefully took a seat on the couch, his body relaxing now that the initial tension had broken.
Jin Chengyu, meanwhile, had retrieved a small knife from the fruit basket and was carefully peeling the apple, his movements precise and methodical. He cut it into small, bite-sized pieces, arranging them neatly on a small plate before bringing it to her bedside.
"Open up," he said softly, spearing a piece with a small fork and holding it out to her.
Zhou Yuxi obediently opened her mouth, accepting the fruit. It was sweet and crisp, and the cool juice soothed her still-tender throat.
Jin Chengyu watched her chew and swallow, relief evident in every line of his face.
He certainly hadn't been expecting this, this warmth, this acceptance, after last night's rejection.
