"It feels so comfortable... what is this..."

I murmured with a fuzzy consciousness, feeling the back of my head resting on something soft. This wonderful feeling surpassed the pain, making me not only forget about the pain but also immerse myself in it.

"What could it be... so comfortable..."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Zhiye's smiling face in front of me.

I blinked my eyes to confirm whether I was hallucinating or seeing things wrong.

"Jerry..."

"Huh!?" Zhiye's voice startled me. It wasn't a hallucination, it was real.

But then, the comfortable feeling I had, looking at Zhiye kneeling and holding a blood-stained handkerchief, made me think of nothing but a headrest. Even immortals would never experience such treatment, yet I had firsthand experience. However, I couldn't figure out the story behind the bloodstained handkerchief.

While pondering this question, I found myself lost in thoughts but my gaze was fixed above. When I accidentally made eye contact with Zhiye, I realized the seriousness of the situation.

But... I already have a girlfriend. Doing such things would definitely make Su Yuqian angry. Besides, I had already made it clear to Zhiye that we didn't have a future together. Since that's the case, this ambiguous feeling was nothing but digging my own grave.

I quickly sat up, apologizing with an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, I was rude..."

"Jerry, why are you apologizing?" Zhiye looked confused.

"Well... didn't I use your thigh as a pillow?" I scratched my head, saying.

"It's okay... I volunteered..." Zhiye said nonchalantly. And the next sentence almost made me choke on my own saliva.

"Volunteered or not, such behavior is usually done between lovers... we are not really suitable," I said, although I felt I had no right to say so, considering I had thoroughly enjoyed the comfortable feeling just now. But... to maintain the necessary distance, this sentence was necessary.

"Jerry got knocked unconscious by Su Yuqian with a camera just now..."

"Is that so..." It seemed like I had brought it upon myself, but Jasmine Wen was definitely the instigator. If it weren't for her reckless reporting, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Jerry's nose was bleeding a lot... seeing Jerry like this, I couldn't just stand by," Zhiye said with a compassionate expression. I was at a loss for words, suddenly feeling like I was being ungrateful. After all, Zhiye had been taking care of me when I fainted.

I said such hurtful words, but... I also felt torn inside. After struggling in my heart for a while, I replied, "Well... thank you, Zhiye. If it weren't for you, I would have probably died from excessive blood loss."

I had tried my best to express myself, considering many things, hoping it wouldn't give Zhiye any thoughts that there could be something more between us.

"I don't need Jerry's gratitude... I just want a tiny place in Jerry's heart," Zhiye looked at me with longing eyes, and I instinctively avoided her gaze.

"Well... I'm sorry..." I spoke without thinking, "Is that so?" Zhiye seemed visibly disappointed, but I couldn't comfort her.

"Fortunately, the camera is not broken..." I picked up the camera lying in the sand. Though it was slightly worn, the screen was intact.

In the midst of misfortune, hanging the camera around my neck, I prepared to move forward with the heavy luggage.

But Zhiye didn't move. Her eyes had a distant and melancholic look.

"Zhiye..." I tried calling her, and she turned to look at me.

She didn't say a word.

"Well... we should go and see the beachside villa Jasmine Wen mentioned. And we shouldn't keep them waiting for too long. More importantly, I'm really tired and I want to rest..."

"Do you want me to help? After all, these two suitcases look heavy," Zhiye finally cooperated and spoke to me. It gave me a small sense of relief, worrying that I had said something too harsh and hurt our relationship.

"No need... I can manage on my own... just follow behind me, don't think that we won't get lost just because we're by the seaside..."

I half-jokingly said,

"Well, I'll stick close to Jerry..."

Zhiye grabbed onto the corner of my clothes with her hand. Is this action a bit too intimate? But I couldn't protest as I was carrying heavy luggage, so I had to let it go and consider it an exception.