Xia Yangyang’s feelings were very complicated. But towards Xi Zijun, Xia Yangyang now felt both grateful and guilty. Gu Qichen had already walked in. Xia Yangyang followed inside. Upon hearing the two footsteps, Xi Zijun’s expression slightly changed: "Is there someone else coming over?" Gu Qichen spoke up: "It’s Yangyang, she came to see you." Xia Yangyang’s gaze had been fixed on Xi Zijun’s face. So Xia Yangyang clearly saw the smile disappearing from Xi Zijun’s face. Xia Yangyang could sense it. Xi Zijun didn’t have a favorable impression of her either. But soon, a faint, official-looking smile appeared on Xi Zijun’s face. Xi Zijun said: "So it’s Miss Xia, thank you for coming to see me." At this moment, Xi Zijun’s tone was completely different from when Gu Qichen had just entered. Now, she was just like Xia Yangyang had always remembered. A professional smile, a distant tone, as if she had put on a mask. But clearly, just now, her words had a hint of joy. Xia Yangyang also walked over. Her gaze fell on Xi Zijun’s face. Xi Zijun had actually been disfigured. Her face bore multiple scars from the explosion back then. Although many of the wounds had healed, quite a few scars remained. Some scars might never fade for the rest of her life. Xia Yangyang felt a slight pain in her heart. Especially when she saw Xi Zijun’s eyes. Xi Zijun’s eyes were filled with large patches of blood clots. It looked quite shocking, actually. Previously, Xia Yangyang was quite afraid of making eye contact with her. Because Xi Zijun’s gaze always contained a kind of high-and-mighty contempt and a cold, ruthless elitism. It seemed to have no emotion at all. Xia Yangyang had never seen the warmth or coldness of human nature in them. And Gu Qichen had once said that she was a workaholic without emotions. But now, her eyes were hollow. Her gaze had completely lost focus. Xia Yangyang hadn’t spoken yet. Yet Xi Zijun said: "Miss Xia, don’t look at me like that." Xia Yangyang was slightly taken aback. Xi Zijun said: "Even though I can’t see now, I can still feel it." "Sorry," Xia Yangyang apologized quickly. Xia Yangyang knew she was being quite rude by staring at her like that. Xia Yangyang promptly looked away. In fact, Xia Yangyang just felt guilty inside. At this time, Gu Qichen had already opened the food box. Content originally comes from novel fire.net He walked to the bedside. Gu Qichen placed the small table beside on the bed. Then he placed the food box on top of it. Finally, he placed a small metal spoon in Xi Zijun’s right hand. Gu Qichen’s voice was calm, without any waves. Gu Qichen said: "Have something to eat, you must be hungry." Gu Qichen’s actions were very adept. He seemed to know the room’s layout very well. Apparently, he had been here many times. Xi Zijun held the spoon, her body slightly leaning forward, then said: "It’s shredded chicken porridge again, my favorite." Gu Qichen didn’t speak. Xia Yangyang didn’t know what to say either. After all, her relationship with Xi Zijun was different from Gu Qichen’s. Xi Zijun still addressed her as Miss Xia all along. In the end, they were not familiar with each other. Xia Yangyang felt guilty inside, really wanting to do something for Xi Zijun, but didn’t know what to do. But Xi Zijun seemed to be in a good mood. While eating, she even chatted and laughed with Gu Qichen. Xia Yangyang truly admired her mental resilience.