Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 284 The Body Tells a Story

Lin Yue has recovered.

The darkness slowly faded, and light poured in again.

She looked up and saw the face in front of her.

Under the brim of his hat, Song Huan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his lips were pursed, and he had no expression.

But the hand supporting her arm remained steady and did not immediately withdraw.

Her face was still pale, and her lips were almost bloodless, but her eyes had already curved into crescents.

"Thank you, class monitor!"

Lin Yue's voice was slightly weak, but the tone still rose.

[Actually, I felt a little dizzy while resting, but I didn't say anything. I thought you should be back soon, so I gritted my teeth and waited.]

[Thank goodness you arrived just in time. If I had fallen, it would have been really embarrassing. Luckily, you caught me.]

[When he looked up just now, his brow was furrowed. Was he worried about me?]

[Never mind, at least he caught me.]

Song Huan listened to her long string of inner monologues and her lips twitched slightly.

So she did it on purpose? She was already feeling unwell, but she held on until she came back before collapsing?

He could not laugh or cry.

Instructor Chen strode over, glanced at Lin Yue's face, and asked, "What happened?"

Lin Yue stood up straight, about to say "It's nothing".

Song Huan spoke first, "Reporting to the instructor, she may have low blood sugar."

Instructor Chen glanced at Lin Yue's pale lips, then at Song Huan, and said, "Since this female student is not feeling well, class monitor, why don't you take her to the infirmary?"

Song Huan opened her mouth.

Before he could even speak, Lin Yue had already pressed herself against him.

She wrapped her arms around his and clung to him, looking up at him pitifully. "Then I'll have to leave it to you, class monitor."

The voice was soft and slightly weak.

But there was a light in his eyes, bright and clear, like a kitten that had stolen a fish.

Song Huan instantly felt countless gazes directed at her from all around.

Boys and girls alike expressed their envy, jealousy, and amusement.

Xia Rou stood in the line of girls, her eyes wide open, her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but then she swallowed it back.

Song Huan lowered her head.

Lin Yue's face was still pale, her lips were bloodless, there was a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, and her stray hairs were stuck to the sides of her face.

She was definitely not feeling well.

"Let's go." He turned around, helped her up, and walked out of the playground.

Lin Yue held his arm and followed beside him.

She walked slowly, so Song Huan slowed down as well.

The two walked out of the playground and into the shade of the trees along the school path.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

The school clinic is located on the first floor of the administration building. It's a small room with two potted green plants by the door.

As soon as I pushed open the door, the smell of disinfectant hit me.

The school doctor was a woman in her forties, wearing glasses, and reading a newspaper.

She looked up, glanced at Lin Yue's face, and pointed to the chair next to her. "Sit down."

Lin Yue obediently sat down.

The school doctor came over, checked her eyelids, and touched her forehead. "Low blood sugar. Didn't you eat breakfast?"

"I've eaten," Lin Yue said.

"You still have low blood sugar after eating? You're so thin, that's probably malnutrition."

The school doctor glanced at her, turned around, took a bottle of glucose water from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her. "Drink it."

Lin Yue took it, held it in both hands, and drank it in small sips.

The school doctor took a few more sugar cubes and placed them on the table next to her, placing a piece of paper under them. "Suck on them and let them dissolve slowly."

Then he turned around and went to do other things.

Song Huan stood beside her, watching her drink the glucose water.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes drooping, and drank very slowly.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her profile and making the sweat on her face glisten.

Her lips were still pale, but a little better than before.

The school clinic gradually became more crowded.

People came in one after another, suffering from heatstroke, sprained ankles, and diarrhea.

The school doctor was extremely busy, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Lin Yue finished drinking the glucose water and then sucked on the sugar cubes; her complexion improved considerably.

She stood up, tugged at Song Huan's sleeve, and said, "Let's go, there are too many people."

The two walked out of the school clinic.

The sunlight outside was still so intense, so bright and dazzling that it made people squint.

Lin Yue stood at the door, shielding her forehead with her hand, and looked around.

Outside the school clinic, there is a row of sycamore trees, and under their shade are several stone benches, which are warm to sit on after being exposed to the sun all day.

Lin Yue walked over and sat down.

Song Huan followed her and sat down next to her.

The two people were about a fist's width apart.

Lin Yue held her water bottle. When she came out of the school clinic, the school doctor had given her another bottle of glucose water and told her to drink it slowly.

She tilted her head, looking at the ranks of soldiers still standing at attention on the parade ground.

The sunlight turned the rubber track white, and the slogans drifted over from afar, muffled and strained.

"My hometown is Jingnan," she suddenly said.

Song Huan didn't say anything.

"After returning from Jiangcheng, I have been living in the countryside. There are many mountains in Jingnan. When I was a child, my grandma took me to the mountains to pick oranges. The orange trees were planted on terraced fields, layer upon layer. When you climbed to the top and looked down, all you could see was green."

She gestured, drawing an arc in the air with her hand, "In autumn, the oranges turn yellow, hanging on the trees like little lanterns. My grandma was very kind to me; she would always take scissors and cut oranges for me to eat, and I would catch them in a basket below. Sometimes I couldn't catch them, and the oranges would fall to the ground and roll down the hillside, and I would chase after them."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, as if recalling something from long ago.

"Later, my grandmother passed away, and the orange grove was abandoned."

Song Huan listened without responding.

A gust of wind blew, scattering stray hairs across her face.

She reached out and gently touched it.

"This military training uniform is so ugly."

She changed the subject again, her tone shifting from gentle to disdainful.

"Look at this color, it's a dull yellow, making me look like a walking potato. And this hat, the brim is so stiff, it's made my forehead red."

She took off her hat and turned it inside out to show him the inside of the brim; sure enough, there was a red mark.

"And these pants, the legs are so baggy, they practically float when you walk." She tugged at the pant legs, looking disgusted.

Song Huan glanced at it and said, "It's alright."

What does "it's alright" mean?

"It means it's alright."

Lin Yue stared at him for two seconds. "You weren't like this before."

Song Huan was taken aback. "What was I like before?"

"You used to talk a lot."

Lin Yue, holding her water bottle, said, "Back in junior high, you were always called out by Teacher Gao for talking in class."

She stopped, her fingers hovering over the side of the glass.

"You're hardly talking anymore. I was the one doing all the talking the whole way here. All you said were 'Hmm,' 'It's okay,' and 'Let's go.'"

She mimicked his tone.

Song Huan didn't say anything.

He looked at the troops still standing at attention on the parade ground, his gaze fixed on the distance.

It's not that he doesn't like to talk anymore, he just doesn't know what to say.

Lin Yue also fell silent.

She held the water glass and drank it in small sips.

After finishing the drink, place the cup on your lap and hold it with both hands.

The wind blows, and the sycamore leaves rustle.

The light spots swayed back and forth on the ground, like a school of golden fish.

After a while, Song Huan moved further into the shade of the tree.

The movement was very light, as if it were unintentional.

It turned out that Lin Yue was sitting in a spot where a ray of sunlight was filtering through the leaves and falling on her shoulder.

After Song Huan moved away, Lin Yue naturally moved closer as well.

In this way, the spot where she sat was completely shaded from head to toe.

Lin Yue noticed this and a faint smile appeared on her face.

[His actions speak louder than words.]

Song Huan heard it, but pretended not to hear it and continued to look at the playground.