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Chu Yi practically dragged and carried Qi Yuan into the apartment, settled him on the bed, poured him a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table. After confirming that he wouldn't vomit or fall off the bed anytime soon, she turned off the light and left, looking slightly tired.

It was late at night, and the streets were deserted and silent. Chu Yi arrived home close to two in the morning, and before she could even open the door, a crisp message notification sounded in her pocket. In the stillness of the night, it was exceptionally clear.

Chu Yi paused. Who could it be so late?

He took out his phone, and the screen lit up in the darkness, the cold white light reflecting on his slightly tired face.

A new WeChat message appears in the notification bar.

Chu Yi was slightly taken aback by the sender's name.

Z.AI

It is Zhou Ai.

Chu Yi's fingertips paused for a moment on the cold screen.

He unlocked his screen and opened the message.

A chat window pops up, and at the bottom is a new message, sent just one minute ago.

The content was extremely brief, consisting of only three words:

ZA I: Are you home?

Without any emojis or small talk, he just threw a question at me directly.

It felt like some kind of confirmation, yet also like... just a casual remark, perhaps even a fleeting thought fueled by alcohol.

Chu Yi stood in the quiet corridor. The motion-sensor lights turned off quietly because he had been still for a long time. Only the light from his phone screen illuminated his lowered eyelashes and slightly pursed lips.

He raised his finger, paused for a moment in the reply box, and finally typed a concise reply: Yeah, just arrived.

The message was sent successfully.

Almost immediately, the "ZA I" at the top changed to "The other party is typing...".

Chu Yi's heart skipped a beat in the quiet night.

The motion sensor light came on again, casting a soft glow that stretched his shadow long as he stood alone in front of his house.

Chu Yi stared at the flashing motion sensor light, feeling as if a string in her mind was tugging at her peripheral nerves, pulling out a strange illusion.

— Zhou Ai seemed to be waiting for his news.

Chu Yi stared at the "Typing..." message, her heart pounding with a strange feeling, when her phone rang again.

A new message popped up.

Still from ZA I.

But this time, it wasn't text, but a picture.

Chu Yi paused slightly with her fingertip and clicked to open the large image.

A high-definition, almost face-to-face selfie instantly filled the entire screen.

The light in the photo seems to come from a warm bedside lamp, softly illuminating Zhou Ai's face.

He must have just returned home, perhaps even just washed his face; his silver-gray hair was slightly damp, with a few strands hanging loosely, partially obscuring his brow. But he wasn't looking at the camera; instead, he tilted his head slightly, fully exposing his left temple to the light.

Zhou Ai's skin appeared delicate under the warm light, but what was more striking was the location of the stitched-up wound on her forehead.

Now only a very thin, light-colored line remains, almost blending into the surrounding skin, and can only be discerned with great care.

The photo was perfectly focused, so clear that even the fine hairs on his skin and the end of that almost invisible scar were clearly visible.

His jawline was taut, and his Adam's apple was slightly protruding; this angle perfectly highlighted his superior bone structure and smooth lines.

His long, thick eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow under his eyelids, making it impossible to see his expression at that moment, but adding a sense of focus, or even... piety.

The photo was taken too directly, even with a kind of reckless aggression, magnifying his stunning good looks and the almost disappeared scar simultaneously, presenting them to Chu Yi's eyes.

Chu Yi's breathing paused almost imperceptibly.

Immediately afterward, a text message from Zhou Ai popped up below the image.

ZA I: Dr. Chu, your skills are truly excellent.

After this message, perhaps only a second later, another message arrived.

ZA I: The suturing technique is excellent. There's not a single scar.

The "The other party is typing..." message disappeared.

The chat window fell silent, leaving only that striking close-up selfie and those two subtly ambiguous yet quickly self-explanatory sentences.

Chu Yi stood there, stunned. The light from his phone screen illuminated his slightly widened eyes and a look of astonishment.

He looked at the almost perfect healing point that was deliberately shown in the photo, and then at the two lines of text.

Is Zhou Ai... showing him the healing process?

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway went out again due to the silence. Chu Yi stood in the darkness, with only the light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

He subconsciously raised his finger, the fingertip hovering above the reply box, but for a moment he didn't know what to type.

Standing in the dark stairwell, Chu Yi stared at the two striking photos and text for a few seconds before finally putting away her phone and opening the door.

The room was silent. He changed his shoes, hung up his coat, and went straight into the bathroom.

The warm water washed away the fatigue of the night and the lingering smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and my thoughts gradually pulled me out of that subtle shock.

Chu Yi picked up her phone again as she walked out of the bathroom, drying her wet hair with a towel.

Looking at the brief chat interface with Zhou Ai, especially the last two comments about "technology", Chu Yi felt that she should reply out of politeness.

He pondered for a moment, then typed a line on the screen with his fingertips, his tone professional and restrained, maintaining just the right amount of distance.

[Meteorite]: It's healing very well; this is a normal healing process. Thank you for your trust.

[Meteorite]: Good night.

He clicked send. He placed his phone on the bedside table, ready to rest.

Meanwhile, in Zhou Ai's apartment, he was indeed waiting for a reply, just as Chu Yi had vaguely sensed.

The aftereffects of alcohol make the body feel sluggish, but the brain remains unusually active.

Zhou Ai lay casually on her large bed, her phone screen lit up, the interface showing her chat with Chu Yi. Unconsciously, she gently bit the edge of her thumbnail, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were studying some difficult problem, or perhaps simply lost in thought and waiting.

Only a dim wall lamp was on in the room, enveloping him in a soft and tranquil halo of light.

Time ticked by, but no new notification appeared on the screen.

That inexplicable anxiety began to gnaw at him again, making him more concerned about the delayed reply than he had anticipated.

Just when he almost thought the other party wouldn't reply or had already fallen asleep, his phone finally vibrated.

Zhou Ai picked up her phone almost immediately.

Upon seeing the official yet distant "thank you for your trust," he pursed his lips, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

But when his gaze fell on the last two words, he stopped biting his nails.

good night.

A very simple and conventional closing remark.

But in Zhou Ai's eyes at this moment, it seemed to have been given a different meaning.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of aloofness or mockery, suddenly seemed to be filled with tiny starlight, shining incredibly brightly.

His furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, forming a genuine, even slightly silly, smile.

My heart is bursting with joy.

This word perfectly describes his feelings at this moment.

He replied immediately, his fingers moving so fast it was as if he didn't need to think:

ZA I: Good night.

Sending the message wasn't enough. Holding her phone, Zhou Ai felt an overwhelming surge of excitement that she couldn't release.

At that moment, he felt refreshed and full of energy, with no signs of sleepiness.

He walked to the full-length mirror, looked at his reflection with clear eyes and a smile on his lips, and suddenly had a whim to pick up his phone, find a well-lit angle, and point it at the camera again.

This time, Zhou Ai didn't deliberately show off her forehead; she simply took a casual, even slightly lazy, photo in the mirror.

Her wet, silver-gray hair fell across her forehead, and her eyes softened considerably with her smile, losing their usual aggression and gaining a rare gentleness.

He logged into Weibo and, almost without hesitation, selected this freshly taken selfie, captioning it with just two simple words:

"Good night."

Click send.

Almost instantly, likes and comments began to flood the comments section of the Weibo post.

Fans exclaimed in surprise, "Our idol actually gave us a treat!"

"A stunningly beautiful man late at night!" "Goodnight, goodnight!" People wondered why he was in such a good mood today.

Zhou Ai didn't look at the flood of comments and likes.

He simply returned to the WeChat interface, looking at the "Goodnight" message sent by Chu Yi, lying there quietly. His fingers unconsciously stroked the screen, and the smile in his eyes lingered for a long time.

This night seemed to be made all the more special by those two words.