novelraw Chapter 055 Rabbit and Apple
Chapter 055 Rabbit and Apple
The air in the ward was so thick it was suffocating.
afternoon.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Outside was a noisy hospital corridor, but inside it was so quiet that only the soft rustling of a fruit knife peeling fruit could be heard.
Jiang Ci sat on the edge of the bed.
He changed into clean clothes, but the weariness and dejection that emanated from his very bones could not be concealed.
He was holding a Fuji apple in his hand.
There is also a fruit knife.
Those hands that normally type on keyboards with lightning speed and solder precision circuit boards with rock-solid stability.
At this moment, however, it trembled slightly.
rustle.
rustle.
The fruit peel broke.
It broke again.
Jiang Ci frowned.
He stared at the apple in his hand as if he were dealing with some extremely difficult scientific research problem.
He tried to cut the apple into pieces.
Then, clumsily, I tried to cut two pointed "ears" out of that small piece of fruit.
That's a "rabbit apple".
Wen Ning once casually mentioned, "I saw in a Japanese drama that they cut up patients into the shape of rabbits, it's so cute."
He remembered it.
At this moment, amidst the smell of disinfectant and on the verge of their relationship falling apart.
He was trying to please her in this clumsy way.
To salvage something, even just a little bit.
Wen Ning leaned against the headboard.
She looked at him.
Looking at that once arrogant, aloof, and noble campus heartthrob of Jiangda University.
At this moment, he is looking down, struggling with an apple.
Peel, cut into pieces, carve.
His movements were awkward, even somewhat comical.
several times.
The blade grazed my fingertips.
Wen Ning's heart jumped.
I want to shout "Stop cutting!" or "Watch your hands!"
But the words were on the tip of his tongue, blocked by the barrier of "breaking up".
ten minutes.
A full ten minutes.
Jiang Ci finally put down the knife.
He handed the plate over.
On the white porcelain plate were four or five slices of apple.
It's slightly oxidized and has a yellowish tinge.
As for that so-called "rabbit shape"...
It was simply appalling.
The ears are different sizes, and some are even broken in half.
They're oddly shaped and cracked, kind of ugly but kind of cute.
If it were in the past...
Wen Ning would definitely laugh at his clumsy hands and whine, "It's too ugly, I won't eat it."
But now.
She couldn't smile.
Jiang Ci was holding a plate.
They were not embarrassed by the appearance of the apples.
His eyes were deep, concealing a cautious expectation.
He picked up a piece with a toothpick.
He held it to her lips.
"Have some fruit."
He said.
The voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing something.
"Sweet."
Wen Ning looked at the ugly rabbit-shaped apple.
My vision is blurry.
What is he doing?
He's pretending to be stupid.
He was telling her in this almost humble way:
See, I still remember your preferences.
See, I'm willing to do such mundane little things for you.
Don't go.
good or not?
【Host.】
In my mind, the system's voice was completely flat.
He's being soft-hearted.
This is also the consequence of your soft heart.
[Now's the time! Push the plate away! Tell him you're disgusted! Tell him this kind of fawning makes you sick!]
[If I just retaliate one more time, he'll completely give up!]
Wen Ning's fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly.
The knuckles are turning white.
Should I push it away?
With just a flick of the wrist, this plate could be overturned.
That would shatter his last shred of dignity.
That will end all of this completely.
Wen Ning looked at Jiang Ci.
Look at the dark circles under his eyes.
Watching his hand, which was holding a toothpick, hovering motionless in mid-air.
That hand.
He had protected her countless times.
I once held an umbrella for her on a rainy night.
Last night, I held onto her tightly and wouldn't let go.
Wen Ning closed his eyes.
The defenses in my heart crumbled completely.
Can't do it.
I really can't do it.
How could she stab someone who has laid their heart bare before her?
"……Thanks."
She opened her mouth.
The voice was very soft and had a nasal quality.
He took a big bite of the apple.
Crispy.
Sweet.
The juice spread throughout my mouth.
Yet it was mixed with an indescribable bitterness.
Tears fell without warning.
One.
Two.
It hit the white porcelain plate with a soft "plop" sound.
Jiang Ci's hand trembled.
I almost dropped the toothpick.
He watched her cry.
His previously taut shoulders suddenly slumped.
The tense feeling of being on high alert disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.
He put down the plate.
I didn't reach for a tissue.
Instead, he stretched out his finger, his rough fingertip gently wiping the corner of her eye.
Wipe away those scalding tears.
"Is it not tasty?"
he asks.
His voice carried a hint of self-deprecating bitterness.
"Too ugly?"
He looked at the crooked rabbits on the plate.
He managed a weak smile.
"This is my first time doing it, I have no experience."
"Don't cry."
He lowered his head.
His forehead gently touched hers.
It's like a soothing gesture.
It also feels like a request.
"next time."
"I'll practice next time."
"I'll definitely make you a nice-looking one."
next time.
These two words are like an invisible promise.
He was telling her, and he was telling himself.
They'll have a next time.
And there will be more to come.
Wen Ning had that piece of apple in her mouth.
She cried even harder.
She couldn't answer.
I can't say "okay," nor can I say "there won't be a next time."
She could only obediently eat every piece of apple he fed her.
Take those sweet juices, along with those unspeakable feelings of love and guilt.
I swallowed it all down.
Even if it's poison.
She accepted it.