Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 1002 - 500: The Gu Poison Hidden in the Body
At the moment Shen You’an asked the question, Zhou Rong indeed panicked a bit.
But she quickly calmed down. What could a little girl visiting for the first time possibly know? It was just a casual question, nothing significant.
There are many mother and child pairs in the world who don’t resemble each other. Does that mean they’re not biological? Therefore, judging blood ties from appearance is baseless.
"It’s genetic inheritance. Xianning resembles his grandmother. His grandmother was a great beauty when she was young, and Xianning has inherited all her best features."
After saying this, Zhou Rong regretted it, wishing she could slap herself. Why was she explaining so much? It made her seem guilty.
"So that’s it." Shen You’an suddenly understood.
Zhou Rong secretly sighed in relief, uncertain why this girl made her feel so uneasy. The cramped study felt oppressive, as if she couldn’t breathe.
"You look after him first, I’m going out for some air."
Zhou Rong pushed Rong Yuhe away, who had been craning his neck to look.
The study door closed with a "bang."
The small study instantly fell silent.
Rong Xianning curled up, his entire body trembling, muttering something under his breath.
Shen You’an leaned in to listen and heard a faint "cold."
The next moment, she was embraced by the boy, clinging to the warmth like approaching a heat source.
Shen You’an was taken aback. Her lowered gaze went straight to the flushed face of the boy, his breath warm against her face.
Shen You’an was unused to being so close to someone. Just as she was about to break free, the boy suddenly spoke.
"Not allowed to be unhappy."
Shen You’an froze, forgetting to pull away from the arms encircling her, just staring down at the face before her.
The boy seemed trapped in a nightmare, deeply troubled, his brows tightly furrowed with deep lines.
Shen You’an remained in that awkward position, embraced by the boy on the bed, their bodies pressed together, sharing breaths.
She could even feel the frenzied heartbeat beneath the layers of fabric.
The relentless memories dragged her back once more.
She lifted a hand, her slender fingers gently landing on the boy’s furrowed brows, murmuring: "Is it you?"
Perhaps, to him, the help he lent in that lifetime was just a small effort, yet in her dark times, it was the only warmth she received.
It sustained her as she walked alone in darkness for a long, long time.
So long that after all these years, spanning two different times, it remained in memory. Deep within her heart, a faint warmth lingered.
Though not as burning as a fire, it remained through the river of time, lasting and profound.
Shen You’an is someone who repays kindness, you give her a grain of rice, and she’ll return a field.
She doesn’t like owing favors, yet unwittingly, she had ended up giving herself away.
The boy was trapped in a nightmare and couldn’t answer her.
Shen You’an just gazed at the face before her, so close that at some unknown moment, the boy’s features lost their youthful innocence, revealing angular and determined lines, his expression growing more resolute.
She thought of the face from her memories, belonging to the twenty-five or six-year-old mature man who had become a superstar.
By then, Rong Xianning had won countless music awards, becoming the youngest superstar in the music industry.
Fans said that while he could rely on his looks alone, he chose to rely on talent and skills. His model-like face seemed too noble for the music industry, suggesting he should act in movies as any novel hero or incomparable beauty would take shape seeing that face.
It was evident that ten years later, Rong Xianning, with his achievements in hand, topped with talent and superior looks and charisma, exuded confidence and success.
Yet that person, like the high-hung moon, had cloaked her in a jacket during her most embarrassing time, preserving her dignity and composure.
Shen You’an still remembered the gentlemanly demeanor belonging solely to him and the overwhelming gentle romance when that blazer fell on her shoulders, as if like a poison settling deep within her bones.
That poison lay dormant within her, unnoticed, but when she met its owner, it erupted, consuming her like a thousand ants, making her suffer unbearably.
As time passed, the poison seemed to intensify.
Liu Runxi opened the study door and entered: "I’ve bought the medicine...."
He stopped abruptly upon seeing the scene inside the room.
Shen You’an naturally broke free from Rong Xianning’s grip, standing up to move her limbs a little.
"He’s so cold, he mistook me for a warm pack."
Shen You’an took the medicines Liu Runxi handed her, examining each one. He had also bought a thermometer and fever patches.
She first measured Rong Xianning’s temperature.
"Thirty-eight point five degrees."
Shen You’an used the fever patches; since Rong Xianning had drunk alcohol, it wasn’t suitable for him to take fever-reducing medicine, as some ingredients would conflict with alcohol, so only physical cooling could be used.
Liu Runxi saw she wasn’t awkward about it, so he did not ask more, assisting Shen You’an in cooling Rong Xianning physically.
During the cooling time, Shen You’an and Liu Runxi stared at each other in the cramped study.
"An’an, let’s play a game."
Shen You’an nodded: "Alright."
"We’ll stare at each other, and whoever laughs first loses. The loser..."
Liu Runxi thought for a moment: "The loser has to buy the other breakfast for a month."
Shen You’an’s eyes suddenly widened. She liked eating Xu Ji’s buns in the morning, but it was popular, with long queues often. If someone could buy her Xu Ji’s buns for a month, that would be wonderful.
Shen You’an got excited: "Let’s do it then."
They sat facing each other, Shen You’an on the bed’s edge, Liu Runxi on the mat on the floor. However, Liu Runxi was tall, and the foldable bed was low, aligning their gazes evenly.
Meeting each other’s eyes, Liu Runxi snapped his fingers, and the game began.
At that moment, time seemed to stop.
Shen You’an’s eyes only saw the boy in front of her.
For the first time, she looked seriously at Liu Runxi’s features.
Compared to Rong Xianning’s more feminine delicacy, Liu Runxi’s appearance showcased a more masculine angularity, with sword-like brows, starry eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, seemingly tailored for the word handsome.
Yet all his evident sharpness was perfectly hidden behind the golden rimmed glasses, his intensity restrained, leaving a faint, gentle glow.
Those eyes, when they looked over, reminded one of a snow lotus nurtured by the perpetual snow atop the snowy mountains, cool and noble, like a high ridge flower.
His gaze held no disdain, but you felt that he saw no one, letting no one into his heart.
That deeply ingrained aloof elegance could never change.
But at this moment, Shen You’an saw herself in those eyes.
