Xia Yangyang struggled to muster a smile: "It’s really nothing, don’t worry about it. I won’t be jealous. Compared to what she has given, I’m just sad that I can’t make it up to her." Gu Qichen’s eyes seemed to change: "Are you really okay?" Xia Yangyang smiled, trying her best to look unbothered: "Really, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about me. Leaving her alone up there won’t be a problem, right? We should go up quickly. She probably hasn’t eaten yet." Xia Yangyang stood up. The two of them went upstairs again. Gu Qichen stood silently behind Xia Yangyang, not saying a word. The door to Xi Zijun’s room was already open. When Xia Yangyang and Gu Qichen entered. She was sitting on the sofa in a daze. The TV in the living room was on. But Xi Zijun’s gaze was unfocused, appearing somewhat blank. As soon as Xia Yangyang walked in, she smelled something burning. Xia Yangyang hurried to the kitchen to check. She found Xi Zijun was cooking soup. The soup had almost dried up and cracked. The chicken inside was black like coal. The little red light on the induction cooker was still on. This clearly wasn’t something Xi Zijun had just started cooking after coming in. It must have been on for quite some time, probably since she went to Gu’s garden earlier. Although the kitchen didn’t have a gas stove, just electronic equipment. Gas poisoning wasn’t a risk. But it was still very dangerous; if the stew pot went on too long, it might explode. Plus, Xi Zijun’s eyes couldn’t see right now. Gu Qichen noticed it too. Gu Qichen said, "Why is there still soup cooking in your kitchen?" Xi Zijun slightly came back to her senses. Her emotions seemed to have calmed down. It was as if she had put on a mask again. Xi Zijun’s voice was calm, almost indifferent and nonchalant. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel[f]ire.net She merely said plainly, "I forgot." Gu Qichen sighed and then walked over to Xi Zijun. Gu Qichen said seriously, "Zijun, I need to talk to you." Xi Zijun showed no expression, yet it seemed as if she was waiting for him to continue. Gu Qichen sat across from Xi Zijun and began: "You can’t live here alone; someone needs to take care of you." Xi Zijun’s voice was also very calm. She looked entirely different from the person who had broken down crying at the door moments ago. Xi Zijun calmly said, "I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I can look after myself." "This isn’t okay; you should either go to the hospital or I’ll have a maid come over. I’m not comfortable with you being here alone." But Xi Zijun suddenly replied coldly, "Stay out of my business. It’s actually nothing to do with you. I’ve said, I can take care of myself. I can live well on my own. This is just an adjustment period. If my eyes stay forever, should I rely on someone else for the rest of my life?" Xi Zijun’s words sounded cold, as if she was distancing herself from Gu Qichen. Yet a woman’s intuition led Xia Yangyang to notice. Xi Zijun was simply being a bit defiant. She was just hiding all her emotions beneath her cold and proud exterior. Perhaps she was also concerned about some things. Xia Yangyang stepped forward and suddenly said, "Miss Xi, if you don’t mind, why not stay with us at Maple Villa until your surgery? I’ll take good care of you until your eyes recover."