Chapter 120: You’re Not Worthy Enough For Me To Do Such a Thing (10)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
Two consecutive days of filming with her injured wrists exhausted Ji Yi. When she arrived at the apartment, she took a hot shower and smeared ointment onto the wound. She huddled on the sofa, not wanting to move an inch.
She was really tired, so Ji Yi fell asleep on the sofa while waiting for He Yuguang.
She didn’t have a blanket. Though the heating was on, since she filmed two takes in the icy cold weather under the rain that afternoon, Ji Yi felt a burning sensation in her throat while in a sleepy haze. It made her mouth dry, and she was desperately thirsty.
Ji Yi knew she should go drink some water but she was so tired… so tired that she couldn’t open her eyes or move.
So she continued to lay there with a dry mouth as her body started to get cold sweats. Her breathing became labored, so much so that she eventually started to shiver uncontrollably. She moaned in pain as she tried her hardest to breathe but as she did so, her nose suddenly became sore, almost forcing tears to pour out.
Just as she was in so much pain that she was about to cry quietly to herself, she felt a hand cover her forehead. Then she fell into a warm embrace and felt her body sink into a soft bed.
Is someone here by my side?
In a haze, Ji Yi reached her hand out and fumbled around but couldn’t feel anything. Instead, she heard the sound of footsteps gradually moving further and further away.
Who is it? He came back, so why did he leave again? I’m in so much pain; why isn’t he helping me call a doctor?
Ji Yi wanted to move, but she couldn’t. Her body was cold one second and hot the next, and her body shivered like crazy.
Something isn’t right. I can’t stay here like this, or I might die from the pain… At that thought, Ji Yi started to struggle. Just as she tried to shuffle over to the side of the bed with much difficulty, she heard the sound of the door opening, then the sound of hurried footsteps. As her body sank onto the bed, someone sat down, propped her up and brought a cup of hot water to her lips.
She felt much better after drinking some water.
She felt someone lay her back down on the bed and pull the covers on top of her body.
But she was still cold—so cold that she wouldn’t stop trembling. In a daze, she vaguely sensed someone helping her drink water. Aside from that person, there was someone else in the room. That person said, “It’s nothing. It’s just a fever.” An ice-cold needle pierced the skin of her hand. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was sick, but the pain felt amplified and it hurt so much that tears squirted out. She instinctively tried to avoid the needle, but the person who fed her water held her down. Incapable of resisting, she let out a small cry, “It hurts, hurts so much…”
The person who fed her water didn’t say anything but used the other hand to stroke her hair. He was warm and full of comfort.
