TVSFPAG -Chapter 125 Do You Seem More Concerned About Those Photos?

She actually just wanted to confirm whether Chu Jinhan had regained his memory.

If he had, he definitely wouldn’t be treating her like this. Now, she could finally feel at ease.

“Move back a bit,” Chu Jinhan’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Mm.” Song Yunfei stood up, took two steps back, and sat on the rear seat cushion.

Chu Jinhan also stepped onto the scooter and inserted the key again.

Song Yunfei took off his jacket and draped it back over him. “You should wear it. It’s so cold right now.”

He took the jacket again and stuffed it back into her hands. “No need. I just finished moving goods.”

“A supervisor like you still has to move goods?”

“A supervisor isn’t an emperor.” After saying that, he twisted the throttle and drove the electric scooter away.

Well… Song Yunfei had no comeback.

The night wind blew, and her sleepiness had already faded.

Looking at his back, she spoke again, “Will you still come to the factory during the day?”

“In the afternoon.”

“Oh.”

Song Yunfei looked at the jacket in her hands and still ended up putting it back over his back.

Chu Jinhan paused slightly but said nothing.

They stopped the scooter near their residential area. By now, the sky was almost bright, with a pale white glow appearing at the horizon.

Breakfast shops had also opened. Song Yunfei ran off to buy breakfast and then returned to the scooter.

After going back, the two of them sat at the dining table to eat, and the atmosphere remained strangely quiet.

Song Yunfei glanced at him. He was just silently eating breakfast.

Everything seemed the same as usual, yet somehow everything felt off.

“Hey, when you go to the factory this afternoon, you should ride the scooter. Otherwise it’ll be hard to get a taxi at night.”

Chu Jinhan paused. After two seconds of silence, he gave a quiet response.

After eating, Chu Jinhan went to take a shower and then returned to his room to sleep.

Song Yunfei couldn’t sleep, so she didn’t go to bed either. She turned on her computer and continued studying.

Feeling motivated, she took a mock exam—and scored 72 points, barely at a level where she could distinguish road signs abroad.

Song Yunfei didn’t believe it. She felt she had worked quite hard during this time—how could she only get 72?

She tried again.

Alright… 70 points.

She quickly comforted herself: 70 was already good. Getting to 80 wasn’t far off.

After all, this was just for going abroad—not for studying at a top university. Being sufficient was enough.

She shut down the computer and checked the time—it was already 12:30 p.m., and Chu Jinhan still hadn’t woken up.

Song Yunfei wasn’t sure whether to wake him. He had to go to the factory in the afternoon, but he had only slept through the morning—would that be enough rest?

After hesitating for a long time, she decided to make lunch first.

After preparing the meal, she went into the bedroom to call Chu Jinhan.

Pushing the door open, she saw the man lying on the bed, one arm covering his eyes, hiding his brows and eyes, revealing only his tightly pressed lips. His face seemed slightly flushed.

Song Yunfei walked over quietly, gently poked his shoulder with a finger, and called softly, “Chu Jinhan.”

Hearing her voice, he stirred and moved his arm away from his eyes.

He lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze somewhat unfocused, eyes still lined with blood vessels.

“What time is it?”

His voice was extremely hoarse, heavy with nasal congestion and fatigue. He struggled to sit up, but even then, he only leaned against the headboard.

Seeing him like this, Song Yunfei guessed he was probably sick.

She reached out and touched his forehead—his temperature was alarmingly high.

Song Yunfei turned and hurried out. After a moment, she came back with a thermometer.

“You should take your temperature first.”

Chu Jinhan glanced at the thermometer in her hand and slightly shook his head. “No need. I’ll just take some medicine later.”

“You need to take your temperature first. If it’s serious, you have to go to the hospital. You can’t just take medicine randomly.”

As she spoke, Song Yunfei directly grabbed his hand, reached into his collar, and placed the thermometer under his armpit.

The cool tip of her fingers brushed against his skin, causing Chu Jinhan’s body to stiffen slightly.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Song Yunfei pressed his arm down, signaling him to hold the thermometer in place.

“You probably sweated last night, then took your clothes off. When the cold wind hit, you caught a chill.”

Who would have thought that Song Yunfei—who had waited outside all night—didn’t catch a cold, while he did?

This illness was completely different from the last time; at a glance, it was clearly more severe.

Leaning against the headboard, Chu Jinhan quietly watched her lips move as she spoke.

Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains from outside, filling the bedroom with a soft brightness, as if casting a layer of light over her.

Song Yunfei went out again, poured him a glass of water, and brought it back. “Do you want some water?”

Chu Jinhan only shook his head slightly.

She placed the glass on the bedside table.

When the time was up, she skillfully reached into his sleepwear, took out the thermometer, and checked the reading.

Seeing the temperature—39.8°C, nearly 40°C—her expression changed. “It’s too high. No, you need to go to the hospital.”

He still stubbornly shook his head. “No need. There are fever-reducing medicines in the medicine box. I’ll be fine after taking them and sleeping.”

Song Yunfei looked anxious. “What do you mean fine? A fever this high can damage your brain! You already—anyway, you’re coming to the hospital with me.”

Chu Jinhan looked at her calmly and suddenly asked, “Already what?”

Song Yunfei choked for a moment. “Already… you’ve lost your memory. What if the fever damages your brain even more?”

“Wouldn’t that be better?”

Song Yunfei froze again. His words made her heart skip a beat for some reason. “What?”

“Nothing. I don’t want to go to the hospital.”

Song Yunfei opened her mouth, wanting to say more, but she also knew that once he was stubborn, nothing she said would work.

Just like before, when she asked him to delete the photos—he still hadn’t done it.

Photos?

Song Yunfei suddenly remembered the real issue. “Right—you said you’d delete the photos after I came back. Did you delete them?”

Chu Jinhan replied expressionlessly, “Compared to me being sick, you seem more concerned about those photos?”

“……”

As expected, he shut her down with just one sentence.

“So… should we go to the hospital?”

“No.”

Song Yunfei took a deep breath, repeatedly telling herself not to get angry with a sick person.

After calming herself, she forced a smile. “Alright then, I’ll go buy medicine for you.”

Although there were quite a few medicines at home, Song Yunfei felt she should still ask a doctor first and not take anything randomly.

She stood up, then suddenly felt her wrist being grabbed.

She turned back toward the man on the bed.

His face was flushed from the fever, yet his gaze was very clear. He simply stared at her like that.

Looking into his deep, dark eyes, Song Yunfei’s heart softened slightly. “What is it?”

Chu Jinhan’s lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he let go of her.

Song Yunfei hesitated for a moment, watching him to make sure he truly had nothing to say, then turned and walked out.

Watching the closed door, and listening to her footsteps fade away outside until they disappeared completely, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

The room was eerily quiet. Outside was just as silent—the usual chirping of cicadas had somehow vanished.

Everything was so still, as if even the air itself had fallen silent.

It was unclear whether the room was simply well soundproofed, or whether it was the emptiness left behind by her departure.

Just as he couldn’t distinguish whether the doctor’s words were the result of the brain’s self-protection creating dependence, or something else…

And after regaining his memory, how much of this brief period would remain in the long river of his memories?

He had once confidently believed he would remain the same even after regaining his memory. But now, having glimpsed a fragment of the truth, he was no longer certain.

Because at the very moment he remembered, the first emotion that surged within him was anger—though it lasted only a few fleeting seconds.

Countless tangled and conflicting emotions wrapped around his heart, leaving him lost and uncertain.