Chapter 3.1✿

She fell in love with a man who couldn’t laugh. He said that there were not so many funny things in one’s life. He always kept his lips pursed and had a sullen face. 

His eyes hid an unspeakable and indescribable melancholy in them, and there was a small dent in his chin, which seems to be a wound maliciously left by the god of destiny. Except for patients and anything medical related things, he couldn’t find any pleasure in life. For him, life was summed up by the word “boring”.

She thought that perhaps the reason he had become such a harsh and unapproachable man was because he had been living very harshly.

According to her investigation, his mother passed away shortly after he was born. He was raised by his father, but when he was fifteen years old, his father also passed away for unknown reasons. A distant relative adopted him, but treated him harshly. He balanced his time between part-time work and study. 

By his own strength and merit, he was admitted to a medical school. Even if he was busy with schoolwork, he continued to work part-time until he could no longer balance the two, until he could finally apply for a student loan from a bank. 

She had also skillfully inquired with his classmates from medical school. They all said that he was a difficult person to get along with. He was too withdrawn, always alone, and did not participate in class activities.

“The boys in our class used to hate him. Only those nymphomaniac girls would tell admiring words about his talent and always be trying to cling to him.”

It was a male classmate who revealed this information to her. When she mentioned Dai Xingren, he sounded very indignant. “But they all quickly recognized the reality. He is not a human being at all. He is a machine. He has no feelings, no blood, no tears, and can’t even laugh. What’s the point of being with this kind of robot? Miss Mo, let me tell you…” 

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But he would only give her a headache and even damage her woman’s self-esteem.

She should have given up long ago and wisely stayed away from him. Every single time she was frustrated before him she vowed she would forget about this insensitive man. But within a week, she would gather the courage to create all kinds of coincidental encounters with him again.

She couldn’t forget him. It’s not that she hadn’t tried and worked hard, but love was like a fire. Once lit, it was hard to put out until it burned one’s heart to a desperate cinder.

She hoped that she would not have to pick up those broken pieces of charcoal one day ……

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan Ya couldn’t help sighing faintly. She told herself that this would be the last time. If she still couldn’t get a friendly response from him this time, she would have to learn to be chic, wave her hand to him, and not stay under the weather over it.

“Just this once.”

She raised her lips bravely, holds up her somewhat disheveled sushi rolls, and resolutely cut down them with a knife —

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Every morning, before accompanying the attending physicians on morning rounds, Dai Xingren would first concern himself with the patients under his charge, then go back to the office to sort out the records of their condition before officially starting his busy day. While other residents were still resting, he was already running as efficiently as a machine. His itinerary was filled with never ending tasks, grasping every minute and every second of his day.

But recently, he had developed a strange habit: whenever passing through the hospital’s curved corridor, he would always look down through the glass panel, in search of a certain graceful figure.

Whether he found the shadow or not, complex feelings that could not be defined would rise in his chest, occasionally blocking his throat and making it difficult for him to breathe.

This was all your fault, Mo Chuan Ya.

Who told her to come to him so often, but always at a time when he couldn’t catch her? Sometimes, when he had expected her to come, she would be late, and when he thought she would not come anymore, she would show up again.

She was really trouble, one big trouble. There had never been any woman – no, it should be said that no one had ever confused him as much as her. She was the first.

It was not right. He hadn’t wanted to be distracted by a woman who wasn’t a patient, but now he was wasting his time on her for no good reason.

And lo and behold, she appeared again at odd hours.

Dai Xingren looked downstairs, his deep gaze tracing the fluttering figure of a colourful butterfly as she pushed open the glass doors and flew into the hospital lobby, after which he knew she would next fly into his office.

He knew she would come into his office to see him. This time he had to warn her not to come there again. He didn’t like his calm heart to be agitated by her.

That’s right, this time he must drive her away with a loud and stern voice – 

After making up his mind, Dai Xingren hurriedly walked back to his resident’s office at a brisk pace. Something was tugging at the corners of his mouth and the shadows in his eyes brightening in the slightest glint of light.

“Hi, I’m here again.” She stood by the door waiting for him, holding a lunch box in her arms. Her beautiful smile was like a dewy rose blooming in the early morning. So fresh and lovely.

He was lost in thought for a few seconds before he noticed several resident physicians who were in the office poking their heads at his direction in curiosity.

The rumour of a mysterious beauty admiring him had spread within the hospital long ago. Sometime before, two male doctors who didn’t know what they were doing even had the cheek to suggest to him if he didn’t like her, could he give her to them?

She was not a thing, so what to lend?

Dai Xingren fiercely returned the curious gazes of his colleagues one by one.

“Come with me!” He took Mo Chuan Ya by the hand almost rudely and led her to the elevator straight up to the top floor, kicking open the security door to the roof. The two of them looked at each other in the morning light. She was smiling sweetly and it was becoming harder for him to maintain his serious expression.

“What are you doing here again?” He glared at her hard. 

“I brought you breakfast.” She opened her lunch box and showed it to him. “You must be in a hurry to eat every day, right? The food in the hospital staff canteen is awful, so you should eat something good once in a while.”

“This is what you call good food?” He scanned the box of sushi, which was scattered all over the lunch box.

She twitched when she heard the words and her eyes dimmed, but her smile was still wide, “I know the sushi looks bad, but this is the first time I’ve made it myself, don’t you think that’s impressive? At least try it, it tastes better than it looks, I promise.”

“Is that so?” He wasn’t convinced.

“I won’t lie to you, you can eat and see.” She picked up a piece and handed it to him. 

He hesitated and refused to open his lips.

“Let’s eat and see. This is a hospital. Even if you’re poisoned, you’ll get help right away, won’t you?” she joked.

Why was she always smiling? Was she that happy? Dai Xingren thought glumly, grabbing the sushi from her hand and shoving it into his mouth to chew.

“How is it?” She looked at him expectantly. “Is it good?”

“Not bad.” He swallowed the sushi. “At least the rice is cooked.”

“Haha.” She didn’t take his intentional mockery personally, but cheerfully exploded. “To be honest, it took me three attempts to cook this rice. The first time it was too hard, the second time it was too soft.”

She cooked this rice alone three times? Dai Xingren stared at her in disbelief. “Have you never cooked before?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Technically, this is the first time I’ve cooked.”

The first time she cooked was for him.

Dai Xingren suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, not understanding why his heart had skipped a beat. It wasn’t as if he had never had a girl prepare lunch for him before, and also the sushi she made tasted below par, so he didn’t think it was anything to be touched because of.

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Edited by: TsumiHokiro