"get out!"

When Xu Weian sat up from the bed with a cough, he heard Xiu Ze's cold command.

Without any explanation, without any warmth or apology, as coldly as if he didn't know Xu Wei'an at all, he turned his back to her and gave the order.

The suffocating pain in his throat was dull, but Xu Weian couldn't care about it at all.

Her nose was sour, and she felt a coldness welling up in her heart for no reason.

The near-death experience just now made Xu Weian panic for no reason, but all of this was nothing compared to Xiu Ze's indifferent reaction now.

Xu Wei'an moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he found that his throat seemed to be in pain from the pinch just now, and now he couldn't make a sound at all.

Xu Wei'an glanced at Xiu Ze. He never meant to turn around and look at her. In the end, she no longer persisted, nodded, climbed down from Xiu Ze's bed, and left quietly.

When the door was closed, Xiu Ze covered his face in despair and fell straight on the bed.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Xiu Ze bit his lip and shouted louder and louder. Finally, he punched his big soft bed, and there was no more movement.

Dragging his frightened body, Xu Weian's first reaction when he returned to his room was to lock the door and cover himself in bed.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror, didn't dare to look at the wound on her neck, didn't dare to think about the reasons for Xiu Ze's actions just now...

She huddled up, hugged herself, hid in the bed, and cried quietly.

…

Early the next morning, Xiu Ze put Xu Weian on the psychology major's autumn outing bus and left alone.

Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream. Xiu Ze had no explanation, and Xu Weian tacitly agreed not to mention it again, as if except for a sudden red scar on her neck, there was no other sign to prove it.

Everything about last night was real.

After that incident, there was no surprise. Xiu Ze didn't come to her, let alone touch her. The two of them slept in their own rooms peacefully, like two strangers living in a shared apartment.

Close but not involved at all.

Xu Weian touched her neck. In order to cover the scar, she wore a silk scarf today.

She felt that her neck didn't hurt that much anymore. At least compared to the pain in her heart, the pain in her neck was basically negligible.

Xu Weian sniffed, pushed the suitcase he prepared last night, and looked in the direction where Xiu Ze disappeared in silence.

"Xu Weian?"

Tong Miao pushed the suitcase and took the initiative to walk to Xu Weian, reaching out and waving in front of her eyes.

Xu Weian came back to his senses and smiled at Tong Miao: "Good morning, classmate Tong Miao."

"Good morning." Tong Miao said hello, and then asked curiously: "What's wrong with your voice? It seems like you have a cold?"

Xu Weian nodded weakly: "Well, my nose is a little stuffy."

In fact, it was because of the injury last night, but she had no intention of telling anyone else about it.

"Oh, then you should wear more clothes and be careful not to get serious again." Tong Miao said with concern.

Xu Weian nodded and thanked her.
Chapter completed!