I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

The praise that usually circulates, if used to describe him, would, in my opinion, be considered a form of denigration.

On the way down the mountain, he carried me on his back.

When I woke up, I didn't know how long he had been gone.

At that time, I spent a good amount of time confirming the situation.

The clothes and skirts on the surface were wrinkled, and apart from being damp, they were no longer dripping water, so they must have been squeezed by someone.

My feet were bound with strips of cloth, and I don't know if it's because they're numb, but I can't feel any pain anymore. My shoes and socks are nowhere to be seen.

My hair is sticking to my forehead, and it's a little itchy.

A dry cotton coat was draped over his back, gathering warmth.

I was carried on someone's back, which wasn't very broad.

I didn't ask why, where I am, or who you are, because those questions are meaningless.

My head was still spinning, so I simply lay my head down again. That's when I noticed how thin his clothes were, and the bottom of his clothes wasn't smooth. It goes without saying where the fabric on his feet came from.

Being rescued stirred something within me.

And he started talking to me.

He told me not to fall asleep.

Because a person's immunity decreases a little when they sleep, and since I was all damp, I was bound to catch a cold.

That's how he explained it, and he also explained why my shoes and socks were missing.

Is this out of concern for me?

The first time in two years left me a little stunned, but my head was spinning, my throat was dry, and I couldn't speak.

Then he said he would take me to the hospital.

My mind cleared up instantly.

The word "hospital" immediately makes me think of the scar on my abdomen.

Yes, she has an extra scar that ordinary girls don't have, like a centipede, ugly and lying across her abdomen.

I mustered my strength and tugged at his clothes, hoping he would understand what I meant.

He understood! This surprised me greatly! I hadn't expected it at all!

But I was caught up in that unpleasant memory again.

If it weren't for the extra scar on my abdomen, the week-long hospitalization record, the three girls transferring schools, and the meager compensation, it would all be as if nothing had ever happened.

This little incident didn't cause a ripple in this vast world; a week later, things were back to normal.

I really want to cry! I can barely hold it in anymore.

But I bit my lip tightly; I did this every time I cried.

Because I won't allow myself to lose face in front of others!

Even if I made a mess of things at school, I would only secretly hide in the toilet and cry afterwards.

But he asked about my family.

I couldn't hold back in the end, and subconsciously clenched my fist, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

He found out.

He seemed a little flustered; from the half of his face turned to the side, I could see the anxiety hidden in his eyes.

Then he put me down and hugged me, went to the tree, let me sit on his lap, and wrapped his arms around me.

Let it be.

I thought so.

Since they've already been seen, it probably doesn't matter.

I'm no longer suppressing my volume.

In fact, I don't think my crying sounds pleasant. In fact, I cried very loudly, so it sounded rather harsh.

But he didn't seem to mind! He rubbed my head with one hand and wiped away my tears with the other. I sat in his lap, my body was ice cold, but my heart was unexpectedly warm.

I don't know the time, but I know I cried for a long time. At night, the mountain wind never shows you any mercy, and I clearly noticed that his face was frozen.

But he patiently waited for me to vent before carrying me down the mountain.

But after I came down the mountain, a series of things happened. I lost my key and went to his house.

###Chapter 280 The Girl's Heart (Part Two)###

When I arrived at Brother Anshu's house, he first found a girl with short pink hair to help me take a bath, and then bandaged the wound on my foot after I came out.

During the time after we came out, I pretended to be asleep because they were whispering in the corner.

But even though they were whispering, their voices were quite loud, and I heard everything.

I didn't dare open my eyes because I was afraid of being embarrassed. I felt that Ram, the pink-haired girl, was deliberately saying it to me.

She had already introduced herself in the bathroom, saying that she was Brother Anshu's maid, and asked some questions about my relationship with Brother Anshu.

But it was precisely because I hadn't slept that, after Ram left, I heard what Brother Anshu had said again.

Stockings are a good thing

Hmm, I don't have much contact with guys. Although I know some guys like this, I don't really know much about it. Does Brother Anshu also like stockings?

In that instant, a multitude of thoughts welled up in my mind.

Questions like, "Could it be that Brother Anshu has already discovered I'm awake and is deliberately telling me?" or "Is this an implication of something?" are circulating.

For a moment, my mind was in turmoil, and I didn't even think about how he conjured up shoes and socks.

So, after he left, I pulled the blanket over my head, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

As I was sleeping, I actually managed to fall asleep for a little while.

But the more I slept, the more uncomfortable I felt.

Feeling cold all over, cold hands and feet, chapped lips, and a dry throat.

I have a fever!

In a daze, I realized my situation, but I was powerless to do anything about it. My body couldn't do anything to respond, so I just stuck my head out to breathe again.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard a noise and looked up with difficulty. I saw that it was Brother Anshu hanging clothes and other things in front of the heater to dry.

The first thing I noticed was the chubby Ci he was holding, the one with the cat head on it, it looked very familiar!

If I didn't have a fever, I think I would blush with embarrassment.

It would be a miracle if worn underwear remained intact in a boy's hands!

I quickly closed my eyes, not daring to look anymore, because he had already hung up the fat ci and picked up another piece of underwear.

Equally unexpectedly, for some reason, when my underwear appeared in Brother Anshu's hands, I didn't feel angry, but rather very shy.

Am I really, as those people say, a lewd bastard?

No! It's me who's fallen for Brother Anshu.

I've read quite a few romance novels, and although I've never been in a relationship myself, I'd guess I'm a bit of a romance expert.

Hmm... love at first sight?

I started overthinking again. It was only our first meeting, less than a day, and I already liked him.

That's nonsense. It's not a novel, how could that be?

I was busy denying it in my mind, but my mind was filled with that gentle face and tender tone.

Even though I had a fever, I was thinking about other things. I admire myself for that.

But before I could come up with a solution, he arrived.

He poured himself a glass of water and then noticed something was wrong with me.

He gently woke me up, helped me sit up, and gave me fever-reducing pills.

I fed him by hand!

I did try to take it myself, but I couldn't even put the pill in my mouth before I could squeeze it out.

After I finished eating, he treated me like a naughty child, afraid that I hadn't taken the medicine. He checked me over, and I wanted to laugh but obediently cooperated.

"Let me help you upstairs to sleep; there are empty rooms upstairs," he said next.

I didn't move.

I don't want to be alone in an empty room because I've been lying alone in a hospital ward for a week.

In the darkness, I always feel that some monster might suddenly jump out, and this thought keeps me awake at all times.

I'm fine when I'm at home, perhaps because my parents' presence still lingers there, so I haven't broken down yet. But even so, I still have to turn on several nightlights every night.

And it seemed like Brother Anshu said something else, but I didn't hear it clearly.

I suddenly went over and hugged his hand, resting my head on his shoulder!

Even now, thinking about it makes me blush. I must have been out of my mind to do that! Yeah! That must be it!

That's the kind of excuse I was making in my head, but deep down I knew I was surprisingly clear-headed at that moment.

I like the feeling of leaning against him; it's warm and comforting.

After making that move, I was actually a little scared.

I think what I did was so unreasonable. He hadn't slept all night, and I didn't want to sleep either, but I still hugged him.

I was afraid he would push me away.

He didn't; instead, he let me be and went to get the blanket to chat with me.

As I listened, I immediately handed over the corner of my blanket.

It was a completely subconscious action! I just didn't want to cause him so much trouble.