Very late, Rong Jincheng returned to the group to rent a house.

He didn't bring an umbrella, and it was drizzling all the way back.

After taking a shower and feeling dizzy, Rong Jincheng returned to his room. Seeing that it was getting late, he did not call Han Yurou.

Because of Pan Wenguang's incident, she didn't reject him when he called her, but he knew in his heart that after this incident, she would be the same as before.

The rain was not heavy, but it was pattering on the windows, and it was dark outside.

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The half-month deadline has arrived.

Han Yurou was uneasy.

Rong Jincheng didn't call her. She couldn't sleep at night, so she took the initiative to call him.

Rong Jincheng caught a cold and lay dizzy in the room. It was dark and he didn't know whether it was day or night.

There is no medicine here either.

He asked the third child to buy him medicine. One day passed and the third child didn't come back. He probably forgot about it.

"Ahem." Rong Jincheng coughed twice and answered the phone with a hoarse voice, "Hello."

"Pan Wenguang's matter..."

"It's done, he won't threaten you again, don't worry."

"Really?"

"Well, don't worry." Rong Jincheng comforted him, "And there are no photos or videos on his phone. He is just to scare you. Back then... I didn't take any of those things."

Han Yurou was silent.

As soon as she mentioned what happened back then, her mood sank to the bottom.

"You don't believe me?" Rong Jincheng frowned when he saw that she didn't speak.

"No." Han Yurou denied, "Thank you."

"If I can still hear you say thank you to me in my lifetime, will I die with no regrets?"

Han Yurou changed the subject, but something didn't sound right about his voice: "Are you catching a cold?"

"I can still hear that you care about me as long as I live." Rong Jincheng smiled even harder. He had a cold, which seemed to be quite serious. His head was dizzy and had a dull pain, and his nose was severely blocked. It was difficult to speak, but his tone was still light.

"I have a cold, I don't have any medicine to take."

"Why don't you go buy medicine?"

"I overslept... Miss, how can I buy medicine if I don't have the energy?"

"Where do you live? I'll give you medicine." Han Yurou wanted to return the favor, a little at a time, otherwise she would always remember it in her heart.

Rong Jincheng opened his eyes and looked at the place where he lived. It was narrow, short, small, and unclean. His room was fine, but the yard outside was even worse.

He thought for a while and then let it go: "No, my roommate will bring me medicine when he comes back later."

"Roommate? Do you have any roommates?"

"Well...there's more than one."

Han Yurou was puzzled.

Does he have any friends in New York? Are they those gangsters?

"Then...you should sleep again and drink more water." Han Yurou said calmly, "Thank you."

"Drink more water..." Rong Jincheng muttered to himself and looked around, but there was no water anywhere.

"Well, drink more water and take the medicine as soon as possible."

Rong Jincheng touched his forehead, it was really hot.

Does he have a bad cold?

Not having much energy, he said quietly: "I'll take another nap."

"You remember to eat."

"Um."

Rong Jincheng had a strange feeling in his heart, it was strange, like a feather gently tickling his heart.

He grabbed the phone and refused to put it down.

This was the first time in all the years he had known Han Yurou that she had spoken to him in such a tone. Although she was thanking him and asking for something, he still had a different feeling in his heart.

It's a wonderful feeling that I haven't experienced in many years.
Chapter completed!