A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Ji Yi first pulled the covers over He Jichen, then sat casually on the floor. She pulled out a thermometer from the medical kit and put under He Jichen’s armpit.

Her fingers accidentally touched his chest. It was just as firm as it was four years ago, and it still had the ability to make her feel all warm inside.

Ji Yi instantly thought back to that night so many years ago, and the image of their bodies intertwining caused her entire body to shiver. She swiftly pulled her hand back and repeatedly pinched herself. She only stopped when the pain completely masked the feel of He Jichen’s skin.

As Ji Yi checked He Jichen’s temperature, she searched the medicine kit for fever medication.

The medicine kit was unused. She figured that He Jichen must not have had enough time to take the medicine before he heard her ring the doorbell.

Ji Yi read the instructions carefully. Then she got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with a cup of hot water.

She put the cup on the ground. To avoid touching his skin again, Ji Yi pulled out the thermometer far more carefully than before.

He Jichen’s temperature was nearly forty degrees.

Ji Yi put down the thermometer and hurriedly gave He Jichen medicine. Thankfully, in his hazy feverish state, he still instinctively knew to swallow. Even though quite a bit of water seeped through his lips, the medicine made its way in.

The instructions clearly said that if the patient’s fever didn’t subside in the next four hours, take another dose.

Ji Yi really didn’t want to be in the same room as He Jichen, but luckily he was asleep, so she felt a lot more comfortable.

Night slowly fell.

Ji Yi stared at her phone for a long time; her eyes were a little exhausted. She then shifted her gaze to look out the window.

The lights were on in the room, so the floor-to-ceiling windows became a mirror. She could clearly see the reflection of her and He Jichen in the window.

She stared unwaveringly at his face for a long time before she looked down. Her facial expression barely changed, yet there was a faint hint of sadness in her eyes.

Ji Yi set an alarm for four hours later. He Jichen’s fever hadn’t subsided yet, so all she could do was give him another dose of medicine.

She woke up early that morning. Since she had to go to director Liang’s office, she wouldn’t get any time to rest in the afternoon. After it hit twelve in the afternoon, she started to feel sleepy.

She considered waiting for his fever to subside before leaving, but when she reached her hand out to check his forehead one more time, his temperature was still frighteningly high. Unable to contain her sleepiness, she couldn’t help but slump to the ground against the wall. As she started to doze off, she groggily stroked his forehead again. It didn’t feel so hot. She let out a sigh of relief before she drifted off to sleep.

As Ji Yi slept, her body wavered unsteadily before falling to the ground. However, the anticipated pain didn’t come. Instead, she felt a warmth from underneath her. She shifted into a comfortable position and slipped into a deep sleep.

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While drowsy, He Jichen felt like there was someone snuggled in the crook of his arm. A familiar scent from the soft body drifted into his nostrils.