Chapter 55 055 A person who wants to atone.

When Tang Sijia came out of the bathroom, five minutes had passed.

Her face was a little pale, but her lips and nose were dyed red by the cold water. Seeing the boy still standing at the door, she paused.

Shi Chuan's eyes moved and looked at her, his eyes were empty and dark, without focus.

Time passed by little by little, and no one mentioned what had just happened.

Shi Chuan pulled up the corners of his lips forcibly: "I'm sorry, sister, I was wrong just now."

Tang Sijia was stunned and shook her head: "You are not in a good mood, go back and have a good rest."

"...Okay," Shi Chuan responded softly, "Good night."

"Yeah, good night."

Shi Chuan retracted his gaze and walked out in a daze. The moment the door closed, Tang Sijia's pretended calm expression gradually disappeared.

She stood in the living room with a frown on her face, and it took a long time before she let out a breath of annoyance.

She didn't know what happened just now.

She knew very well that the unconscious physiological vomiting just now was different from the vomiting reaction caused by sadness and emptiness before.

This time, as Shi Chuan approached, the silent alarm in her body was ringing wildly, reminding her never to forget the past hurt.

The panic in her heart was like a warning light, flashing, making her want to avoid it.

Tang Sijia rubbed her eyebrows and decided not to let herself continue to think about what happened just now.

Just pretend that nothing happened.

She went into the bathroom, took a shower and brushed her teeth, returned to the bedroom, and fell asleep quickly.

The next day was Saturday. Tang Sijia had received an invitation letter from the crew to start filming. She would represent the company with President Sun to attend a start-up ceremony in the suburbs of Beijing.

After changing into a casual suit and skirt, Tang Sijia picked up the garbage she had picked up at the door and walked towards the elevator, but paused when she saw the door opposite.

The entrance door was closed tightly, without any movement.

In these days, almost every day, when she opened the door, the opposite side would always "coincidentally" open the door at the same time. The boy stood at the door and smiled at her obediently: "What a coincidence, sister, I have to go to the company too."

Then, he would walk into the elevator with her and give her breakfast. At first, he would still find an excuse to say "I just made too much breakfast", but later he would just hand it to her without even thinking about the reason.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Tang Sijia came back to his senses and laughed at his own wild thoughts.

After what happened yesterday, how could anyone pretend that nothing happened?

If he could give up this time, a person could also cheer up, and she would be relieved, right?

Thinking of this, Tang Sijia felt relieved, got in a taxi and went to the suburban start-up site.

Maybe because of the alcohol he drank yesterday, Tang Sijia felt a little uncomfortable in his lower abdomen when he arrived at the scene, but it was still bearable.

Until the opening ceremony was over and the relevant person in charge came on stage to speak, Tang Sijia's lower abdomen began to ache, as if someone was drilling the flesh there with an electric drill.

Tang Sijia couldn't help but clench her fists and press them against her abdomen, trying to relieve the pain, but it didn't help.

"Xiao Tang, what's wrong?" Sun Zhi beside her noticed her abnormality, "Why is your face so pale and you're sweating?"

Tang Sijia shook her head and wanted to say something, but a dull pain came over her.

"Stomachache?" Sun Zhi was a little nervous when he saw this, "Or where else does it hurt?"

As he spoke, he directed the two girls beside him to support her: "She's not feeling well, help her to the backstage to rest."

Tang Sijia only felt someone beside her whispering about her feelings. She was carefully helped to the backstage, but her knees softened when she went up the stairs, and her eyes suddenly darkened...

*

Private fitness club.

On the boxing ring, the boy's hands were only wrapped in hand bandages, and he punched the huge sandbag one by one. The dull sound was oppressive and full of violence, and there was a faint blood seeping through the white bandage.

The club owner was waiting at the door anxiously, looking forward to the arrival of the savior.

Shi Chuan ignored everything around him, and his mind kept recalling the scene of her being disgusted by his kiss last night, and the scene of him resting his head on her knees and calling her "sister" softly last year, which made her eyelashes tremble and her ears red.

How happy she was then, how desperate she is now.

Song Xiuren made her no longer disgusted by his touch, but now that Song Xiuren has left, she is disgusted with being close to him again.

And the "Happy Birthday" sent at 0:21 last night.

Panic, jealousy, and anxiety filled his heart.

With a "dong".

The iron chain on the sandbag trembled violently, making a rattling sound.

Shi Chuan clenched his fist and was about to hit it.

The sandbag was held by someone, and a figure appeared behind it.

Shi Chuan's fist stopped less than half a centimeter in front of the sandbag, and he stood there panting.

William pushed the sandbag aside irritably: "You know what? I'm almost like a babysitter now."

"The doctor just told you that you can exercise properly, and you do violent exercise?"

Shi Chuan's eyes were dazed for a while, and he roughly untied the bandage for a long time, threw it aside, and walked off the stage.

William jumped off the stage casually, leaned against the stage and looked at the people in the seats: "Miss Tang doesn't want you again?"

Shi Chuan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

William frowned and looked at him carefully: "Or did you have a quarrel?"

"Isn't today Miss Tang's birthday? She doesn't like your birthday present?"

Shi Chuan froze in his action of taking the water, and sat in his seat for a long time, his eyes confused: "I don't know what to do."

"What should I do?"

Shi Chuan's eyes gradually revealed despair: "I feel that she will never accept me again."

William was stunned.

The emotion in the boy's eyes was a hopelessness that he had never experienced when he broke into the six-story residential building and smelled the strong smell of blood.

"Since you think she won't accept you, why do you still come to train?" William asked back.

Shi Chuan lowered his eyes: "She likes it."

William: "..."

William has lived for nearly thirty years and has never had such a strong and terrible emotional experience. Now he is just glad that he has never experienced it.

The phone rang twice, William took it out and took a look, stunned for a moment, and glanced at Shi Chuan with strange eyes.

Shi Chuan raised his eyes slightly.

William shook the phone: "Sun Zhi sent a message, Miss Tang is in the hospital."

"It seems to be because of stomachache."

Shi Chuan's face changed, he stood up abruptly, glanced at his mobile phone screen, and without wasting half a second, he stood up and walked out.

William, who was left standing, frowned and sighed for a long time.

Despair?

You must be kidding me.

*

Tang Sijia didn't expect that she would be admitted to the hospital due to dysmenorrhea.

Maybe it was because of the high work pressure during this period, or maybe it was because she drank ice wine last night, her menstrual period came five days earlier, and she also experienced the first time in her life that she felt like dying.

Vice President Sun and the two colleagues who sent her to the hospital stayed with her for a while, and left after she repeatedly said that she was fine.

Tang Sijia stayed alone in the hospital. She had just taken painkillers and was ready to leave after the drugs took effect.

Her abdomen was still swollen and painful, but it was much better than the severe pain in the morning.

In the hospital in November, there were even fewer patients than usual, and Tang Sijia was the only one in the three-person ward.

Tang Sijia took out her mobile phone out of boredom, opened her mailbox as usual, and dealt with the unread emails.

The effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and Tang Sijia's mind was a little confused.

Until the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, Tang Sijia's sleepiness suddenly dissipated and looked at the door.

Shi Chuan, who was still in shock, was staring at her intently, breathing rapidly and looking pale.

"Why are you here?" Tang Sijia was puzzled.

She thought that after last night, the two would tacitly cut off contact for a while.

Shi Chuan pursed his lips tightly, closed the door of the ward for a long time, walked forward step by step, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

Tang Sijia was more and more confused: "It has nothing to do with you."

"I shouldn't have a temper because of a small matter," Shi Chuan lowered his eyes and lightly denied the nightmare that had been entangled with him all night, "I didn't even prepare breakfast for you. It's my fault."

Tang Sijia frowned slightly: "What?"

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have a stomachache..."

"Shi Chuan," Tang Sijia interrupted him, "I don't have a stomachache, but menstrual cramps."

Shi Chuan was stunned and looked at her in a daze.

Tang Sijia nodded.

Shi Chuan was still stunned: "But your menstrual period should be around the 20th this month..."

Tang Sijia was stunned.

Her menstrual cycle is not very accurate, and it will always be delayed by one or two days every month.

But I didn't expect that Shi Chuan still remembered it.

Tang Sijia lowered his eyes and said uncomfortably: "It's early."

Shi Chuan was silent for a while, then responded softly and turned to walk out.

Tang Sijia looked at his back in confusion. About twenty minutes later, Shi Chuan returned again with a large bag in his hand.

"What is this?"

"I don't know what to do with dysmenorrhea," Shi Chuan handed her the heat pack, "The nurse said that the weather is getting colder now. You should keep warm, eat some nutritious foods, and drink more ginseng soup and ginger water..."

Tang Sijia held the heat pack and looked at the pile of expensive things in front of her with complicated eyes: "I took painkillers, and it has relieved most of the pain."

Shi Chuan was silent for a while, and whispered: "... Yeah."

The ward suddenly became quiet. Tang Sijia caught a glimpse of Shi Chuan's red back of the hand from the corner of her eye: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Shi Chuan followed her line of sight and saw that because of the boxing just now, some blood was seeping from the joints on the back of his hand.

But his mood was not good enough to rise a little joy because of her casual mention of concern.

"I got hurt accidentally while boxing with William," he said.

Tang Sijia nodded.

Shi Chuan remembered something, curled his fingers, and added eagerly: "I will take care of it."

"Huh?"

"The hand won't leave a scar."

Tang Sijia looked up at him, and looked into his dark blue pupils. Her eyelashes moved slightly, and she retracted her gaze.

"Sister," Shi Chuan called her softly, "I'm sorry."

"You just said it."

"Not this," Shi Chuan took a deep breath, "everything."

"I owe you a formal apology for my meanness back then and my recklessness last night."

Tang Sijia looked at the other side of the bed and said nothing.

"On the way here, I thought a lot," Shi Chuan's voice was hoarse, but extremely clear, "I want to ask you to promise to let me and you overcome... the painful reaction I brought to you."

Tang Sijia suddenly raised his eyes.

Shi Chuan continued, "Not as someone who loves you, but as a sinner who has hurt you, someone who wants to atone."

"We can work together to find a solution, or you tell me what I should do."

"Even if..." At this point, Shi Chuan was silent for a long time, "You want me to be like Song Xiuren, that's fine."

Except not wanting him.

Without her, he didn't know if he could survive.

Time passed by, and his only request was never responded to.

Just a second before the light in his eyes completely dimmed, he heard a voice like the sound of nature.

"I promise you."