No One Chose Him

He pulled the blanket over her, as the weather was gradually getting colder. Despite the chill, they hadn't turned on the air conditioning indoors. The fluctuation between cold and hot was making her even more uncomfortable. In just a few months, it was her second time running a fever.

Gu Ci lay on his shoulder and fell asleep again. When she woke up once more, it was already ten o'clock. Lu Zhiyuan sat on the windowsill, wrapped in a light gray scarf. He stretched out his legs and was engrossed in a book. The sunlight cast upon him, making him incredibly handsome.

"Lu Zhiyuan, when did you arrive?"

Lu Zhiyuan closed the book. Gu Ci had propped herself up; her high fever had subsided. Aside from feeling a bit weak, she was fine. Lu Zhiyuan walked over, looking down at her from a higher vantage point. Maybe due to backlighting, his expression appeared rather gloomy and calm.