One night passed, and Jiang Zhimiao didn't reply.

In fact, she didn't know how to answer Adolf. She didn't waver at first. She didn't answer Adolf at that time because she was interrupted by a knock on the door, and she forgot about it afterwards.

Who would have thought that Adolf would be misunderstood now.

It even made him feel that she was actually shaken.

Very tricky.

Jiang Zhimiao held the phone and thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of how to answer.

After deleting and deleting, she gave Adolf a positive answer - 'Yes, he is someone I can't forget'.

Since Shen Zhuowen wants to be involved with her for a while, it's better to serve as a shield for her.

Jiang Zhimiao rarely talks about her past in the company, but in order to avoid the passionate Adolf, she has revealed some of her emotional experiences and also revealed that she once had a person who was very difficult to forget.

She thought, adding to what she said last time -

It should be enough for Adolf to face reality.

The moment this message was sent, Jiang Zhimiao saw a "read" message pop up below.

Adolf did not reply.

Jiang Zhimiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, went down the stairs, turned into the kitchen, boiled water and cooked noodles.

The house that Jiang Zhimiao rented was a small detached building with two floors. The upper floor was the bedroom, and the lower floor was the living room, kitchen, etc. There was also a bathroom. There was actually an attic further up, but after a long time, basically no one used it.

She cooked a bowl of noodles and fried a slightly yellowish soft-boiled egg.

Use chopsticks to push away the film formed on the surface, and the orange-yellow egg core will flow down along the milky white sides, and then be stirred into the noodles along the chopsticks.

The fragrance is everywhere.

Jiang Zhimiao was just about to eat when his cell phone suddenly rang.

It is a number without a note.

Jiang Zhimiao hesitated for a moment and then answered the call. She was worried that the client had something to do with her.

However, what reached my ears was a man's voice , " Are you awake?"

Jiang Zhimiao paused, "How do you know you can see it?"

The man did not shy away from the question, he just said , " Did you answer the phone call in your dream?"

Jiang Zhimiao , "... "

As if he couldn't feel Jiang Zhimiao's rejection, Shen Zhuowen said unhurriedly , " I'm hungry."

Jiang Zhimiao cooked a bowl of noodles and completely forgot about Shen Zhuowen. She looked at the steaming noodles in front of her, thought for a moment, and then sent it to Shen Zhuowen's door.

There was some snow piled up at the door, it must have just fallen last night.

Jiang Zhimiao knocked on the door.

Shen Zhuowen quickly came out of the door. He stood inside the door and squinted his eyes, "You're here."

Jiang Zhimiao packed the noodles in a thermos bucket. She handed the thermos bucket to Shen Zhuowen, "The noodles are inside, you can unscrew them and eat them. It might be a little cold."

Shen Zhuowen nodded, took the face, turned around and walked into the room, "Okay, I understand."

As he walked around, he wrapped his coat more tightly around his body.

Jiang Zhimiao also noticed that Shen Zhuowen was wearing a little too thin at the moment. She looked sideways at the house and felt the heating in the living room.

There is no heating whatsoever.

Very cold.

It's like living in an ice cellar.

"You didn't turn on the heat?"

Shen Zhuowen turned around, "I can't see."

Jiang Zhimiao had no choice but to push the door open and take a step forward, "You tell me the location and I'll open it."

Shen Zhuowen roughly mentioned a location.

Jiang Zhimiao walked over and turned on the heater.

The heating switch is in the middle of a cabinet in the kitchen. There is a black box next to it, which should be the box that contains all the keys and controllers of the house. Jiang Zhimiao is not interested in these, but after turning it on, she walked out of the kitchen.

Shen Zhuowen sat at the dining table and ate noodles slowly.

Jiang Zhimiao stood for a while and said , " When I bring you food at noon later, take the bowl back."

Shen Zhuowen raised his eyes and looked at her, coughed twice , " I'll leave it at the door when the time comes, so you don't have to come in."

Jiang Zhimiao did not respond.

At noon, Jiang Zhimiao cooked the rice, cut it into two parts, and delivered it to Shen Zhuowen's door.

Jiang Zhimiao rang the doorbell and waited for a while.

No one opened the door.

Jiang Zhimiao frowned, thinking of the house that looked like an ice cellar in the morning. He walked to the window and looked inside.

The man's figure was lying on the sofa, with an abnormal flush on his face.

Jiang Zhimiao's heart skipped a beat. He returned to the door and rang the doorbell a few more times.

The doorbell shrilled.

Slow footsteps came from inside, the door was opened, and the man's voice was hoarse with a bit of displeasure , " What's the matter?"

"You have a fever." Jiang Zhimiao said concisely.

Shen Zhuowen's expression remained unchanged, "I know."

As if he remembered something, he groped for the door, picked up the thermos box, and said calmly , " Go back, I will take the medicine myself."

" ... " Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips and looked at him.

Shen Zhuowen may have noticed Jiang Zhimiao's long gaze on him and asked , " Do you want to stay and take care of me?"

Jiang Zhimiao , " Why should I stay? Or do you think there is something else in you that I want?"

Shen Zhuowen glanced over with a faint gaze.

Even though Jiang Zhimiao knew that Shen Zhuowen couldn't see, he was still frightened and pursed his lips.

In fact, Shen Zhuowen was not much different from a few years ago, but his aura became more and more terrifying. Just standing there, no one would ignore him, just like he was now standing in front of Jiang Zhimiao coldly. , knowing that he is not feeling well now, whenever he looks this way, he will reflexively make people shrink their necks and feel scared.

In the end, Jiang Zhimiao didn't say anything else, picked up the thermos bucket, and left.

Before leaving, she looked back at Shen Zhuowen.

Shen Zhuowen stood at the junction of light and shadow, his upper body engulfed by the uneven light and shadow, his expression dark and sharp.

He didn't say anything and took the things at the door inside.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao ignored him and went home to take a nap.

This time I went to bed a little late.

The sky is getting dark.

Jiang Zhimiao's hands and feet were weak from sleep, but thinking of the medicine she had put in the compartment at noon, she calmed down a little and made a pot of porridge to take with her.

Shen Zhuowen's door was not closed.

Putting his palm on the door, the door was pushed open easily.

Jiang Zhimiao looked up and tentatively called Shen Zhuowen's name.

The room was brightly lit, yet extremely quiet.

Walking in, the lunch box was placed on the dining table.

A layer of condensed oil has formed.

Jiang Zhimiao glanced at it, withdrew his gaze, and looked towards the stairs on the second floor.

After about a few minutes, she walked upstairs to the bedroom.

There are no lights on the second floor.

Only the light of the night street lamp illuminated the narrow passage. She carefully passed by the furniture, walked to the innermost bedroom, and opened the door.

The door didn't open for a while.

The door panel hit something soft and yet hard.

Jiang Zhimiao lowered her head slightly and looked over. The man was facing her with his back. For a moment, she was reminded of the crime scene. Involuntarily, she took two steps back.

In the empty corridor, there was only the sound of creaking wooden boards for a while.

It echoed for a long time.

Jiang Zhimiao's heartbeat stopped for a beat. After a while, he pushed the door open, helped the man standing on the ground to the bed, and stretched out his hand to try to breathe.

And breathing.

With her heart beating in her throat, she went downstairs to boil a pot of hot water and brought it up.

Needless to say, Shen Zhuowen's house is fully prepared, including medicine and furniture.

It doesn't feel like a short stay, it feels like I want to live here permanently.

If he wants to stay here for a long time, then her future plans may go smoothly ...

Jiang Zhimiao made up his mind, took the medicine and walked upstairs.

The lights in the room were turned on at some point and scattered all over the floor.

The radiant light illuminates the bedroom which is not very spacious.

Jiang Zhimiao brought the medicine and water to Shen Zhuowen. She had just turned through the lunch box. Shen Zhuowen didn't take the medicine that was brought at noon, so she said , " Why don't you take the medicine?"

Shen Zhuowen's tone was indifferent and a little cold , " I don't want to eat it."

He took the warm water from Jiang Zhimiao's hand and drank it all without even looking at the medicine in her hand.

"It was an accident just now. I'm much better. You can go back."

Jiang Zhimiao sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and casually leaned on Shen Zhuowen's arm, looking at him intently, "Do you really want me to go back?"