Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Wen Xin froze.

This was the first time he had ever heard Wen Miao speak to him in that tone. He wanted to explain himself, but he had no idea how to defend what he had done.

The truth was, when Nurse Xiao Ai had suddenly fallen from the building, he had been scared out of his wits. His mind had gone completely blank.

After that, when the young man in black told him to leave, his brain was still a muddled mess, incapable of any real thought. In that terrifying, precarious moment, the only thing he could think of was taking Wen Miao away and making sure she was safe.

So when the young man in black told him to go and said he would handle the rest, Wen Xin had even felt relieved. He hadn’t realized there was anything wrong with it. He had simply left.

But once he got back to school and calmed down, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. By then, however, it was already too late. When he returned to the hospital alone, the place was packed with police, and caution tape had been stretched everywhere.

He squeezed into the crowd and listened as people chattered over one another about the case, but no one mentioned another injured male victim. Unable to find out anything about Nan Mu, and not daring to linger, he could only return to the school.

Wen Miao hurriedly put on her shoes and got out of bed, ready to go to the hospital to look for him.

When she had woken up earlier, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t thought of calling Nan Mu directly.

But Nan Mu’s injuries yesterday had been so severe. Whether he was still in surgery or resting after it, there was no way he would be conscious right now.

That was why she hadn’t dared to make the call.

At the mention of a phone, Wen Xin suddenly remembered something else. “When Nurse Xiao Ai fell, I picked up a phone.”

Wen Xin described the phone case. The moment Wen Miao heard it, she knew it was Nan Mu’s.

When she heard that Wen Xin had given the phone to the young man in black who had carried him downstairs, she nearly broke down. “Why would you give the phone to him?”

For a moment, Wen Xin didn’t know how to explain. In fact, thinking back on it now, he also felt that the way he had handled things had been absurd. “He said he would take care of everything afterward. I thought he would go find… Nan Mu.”

After thinking for a moment, Wen Xin added, “Don’t panic too much yet. Earlier, on the hospital roof, it was pretty dark. Although I did think the person you saved was Nan Mu, I wasn’t completely sure. And the young man in black who handed you over to me actually looked very familiar. After I came back, I thought about it and felt that his figure looked a lot like Nan Mu’s… But now that I’ve learned from you that the person on the rooftop really was Nan Mu… Well, do you think he could be some older brother of Nan Mu’s?”

Wen Miao frowned hard at that.

In her memory, Nan Mu was supposed to be an only child, wasn’t he?

Nan Mu and Wen Xin weren’t close. At most, they had eaten together a few times, and that was only because Wen Tangtang had brought Nan Mu along… If even Wen Xin thought that figure looked like Nan Mu, then just how similar were they?

A thought suddenly stirred in her mind. She put her plan to go to the hospital on hold and took out her phone instead.

Wen Xin had said he had given the phone to that young man in black, so the person who answered should be him, right?

She dialed the number.

The phone rang three times before someone picked up. From the other end came Nan Mu’s familiar voice.

“You’re awake? How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?”

Thank goodness. He was still alive.

Wen Miao slowly exhaled, her shoulders relaxing along with it. His voice sounded very calm, with no sign of weakness.

Wen Miao asked, “Where are you?”

Nan Mu said, “At a hotel. Right across from the school.”
“Give me ten minutes!”

Wen Miao hurried across the street from the school. After looking around, she finally found the hotel Nan Mu had mentioned. It turned out he hadn’t meant a hotel in general-the place was literally called Yijia Hotel.

Wen Miao pushed open the glass door and immediately spotted the tall, straight figure sitting on the lounge sofa in the lobby.

Nan Mu was wearing a black T-shirt, his head lowered as he scrolled through something on his phone. Perhaps he heard the noise at the entrance, because he looked up, and their eyes met without warning.

Wen Miao’s throat tightened. For a moment, she couldn’t say a single word. A sour, aching feeling surged up in her chest, but she forced it back down.

He was alive and well.

Thank goodness.

Nan Mu’s expression had been cold and sharp at first, but when he saw Wen Miao, he blinked. Beneath his bold, handsome brow, a gentle smile suddenly appeared.

“Why did you run so fast?” Nan Mu rose from the sofa and waved her over. “When did you wake up? Have you eaten?”

Wen Miao didn’t answer. Her gaze moved from his healthy, ruddy face down to his abdomen. The black shirt hid everything, but just yesterday, that spot had been stabbed open by a knife, leaving a huge gaping wound. Her own hand had pressed against it.

Logically, she knew Nan Mu couldn’t possibly sit here looking perfectly calm if he still had that kind of injury. But she still couldn’t help crossing the distance in a few quick strides, reaching out, and lifting his T-shirt.

There was no bloody hole beneath the shirt like she had imagined, and she let out a breath of relief. But soon, she saw a scar. The stitches had already been removed, but it was still obvious the wound had been sewn shut.

Wen Miao instinctively brushed her fingers over the spot where the wound had been stitched, then asked thoughtfully, “How did you heal so fast?”

Wen Miao’s string of movements seemed like it should have taken a while, but in reality it happened in an instant-so fast that Nan Mu hadn’t even reacted before his shirt was lifted. The girl’s fingers slid across his body, their warmth passing through her fingertips. For no reason at all, it left him flustered, and the tips of his ears instantly burned red.

Nan Mu first stiffened. Then, at a complete loss, he grabbed the culprit’s hand.

Wen Miao looked up at Nan Mu in confusion, not understanding why he had suddenly taken hold of her hand.

Nan Mu curled his left hand into a fist and pressed it against his lips, coughing awkwardly twice. “Doing this in public… isn’t exactly appropriate, is it?”

Wen Miao hadn’t realized it at first. Only when she saw the two girls sitting on the sofa on the other side, covering their mouths and secretly laughing, their eyes bright with gossip as they looked at them, did she finally understand how outrageous her actions had been just now.

She instinctively wanted to move farther away from Nan Mu, but he was still holding her hand. She tried to pull free twice and failed.

Nan Mu squeezed Wen Miao’s soft little hand. “Let’s talk in the room.”

With that, he turned and led Wen Miao upstairs by the hand.

Wen Miao followed, staring at the hand he was holding.

His fingers were long and slender, his knuckles distinct, the skin smooth and firm-no different from an ordinary person’s. But why did she feel, at this very moment, a tingling numbness rising from the soles of her feet all the way into her chest? She didn’t even dare move her hand.

Nan Mu only let go of her hand when he took out the key card to open the door.

Wen Miao felt as if her hand had gone numb. She quietly hid it behind her back and flexed it a little.

She followed Nan Mu into the room. Afraid he would bring up what had just happened, she struck first and asked again, “You’re not the other you, are you?”

On the way here, Wen Miao had already thought it over.

For such a serious wound of Nan Mu’s to heal so suddenly, there was only one possibility: the injured him had returned to the future, and the person now standing in front of her was Nan Mu after he had already been treated in the future.