Chapter 61: Did My Sister Say Purple is Elegant?

The lively hospital room fell silent.

Mei Chuanchuan glanced at Zhang Zhiyin beside her, then turned to look at Fang Zhou on the bed, blinking in disbelief.

OMG, did she hear that right?

What did her idol just say? Ex-boyfriend?

“Are you saying Fang Zhou is your ex-boyfriend?”

She swallowed, asking in shock.

No way, could it be such a coincidence?

Her favorite female writer had once dated her most admired game streamer?!

Zhang Zhiyin nodded slightly, confirming it again.

“You heard right, we used to date.”

She looked around the room, searching for a suitable place to put the flowers.

Sweeping her gaze over the existing flowers and fruit baskets on the table, Zhang Zhiyin raised her eyebrows slightly.

So many people had already come to see him, unexpected.

Ignoring the shocked gazes around her, she walked over and placed the flowers on the table.

She brought red flowers, which complemented the white flowers already there.

From the moment Zhang Zhiyin appeared until she placed the flowers, Fang Zhou hadn’t said a word, his gaze following her every move, almost turning him into a puppet.

She glanced at Fang Zhou mockingly and said harshly, “What? Lost your voice after a few years?”

Even when speaking harshly, a beauty remains a beauty.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help comparing her current face with the one in his memory, finding little change.

If there was a change, it was that her face had matured, losing some of its roundness and gaining more defined lines of a mature woman.

The biggest change was her temperament; when she wasn’t speaking harshly, she looked like a painting.

“It’s just that I’m too surprised.”

Fang Zhou finally came to his senses and quickly looked away, but once he did, he didn’t know where to look.

In front of Zhang Zhiyin, he always felt exposed.

“Heh, ending up in the hospital over some soup, how weak.”

Zhang Zhiyin started mocking, her gaze sweeping over Fang Zhou’s pale face, a hint of darkness in her eyes.

“I…”

Fang Zhou tried to explain, but the truth was exactly as she said, leaving no room for explanation. He could only stay silent.

Forget it, she was right about everything.

Mei Chuanchuan, still in shock, suddenly realized something was wrong.

Huh? It seemed like her idol was mocking Fang Zhou? Her idol’s aura was a bit intimidating.

Should she not stay here?

“Well, you two chat, there’s a fan activity with the production team, I should go.”

“Fang Zhou, take care! Bye!”

Mei Chuanchuan spoke while backing towards the door.

Fang Zhou turned and only saw Mei Chuanchuan’s hurried departure, unable to voice his plea for her to stay.

Swallow, don’t leave, swallow.

Facing her alone was too much pressure!

“It seems I came at a bad time.”

Zhang Zhiyin found a seat, the same one Mei Chuanchuan had just vacated.

Her teasing eyes made it hard for Fang Zhou to pretend not to understand.

He frowned and finally said his first retort to Zhang Zhiyin.

“It’s not what you think, I see her as a sister.”

“Oh? A sister? Did your sister say purple is elegant?”

Zhang Zhiyin recalled a song, using its lyrics to mock Fang Zhou.

Every younger girlfriend he had, weren’t they all called sisters?

“Don’t go too far; I’m not a beast.”

Fang Zhou indeed saw Mei Chuanchuan as a sister, similar to his real sister, a familial bond.

It wasn’t the kind of romantic affection Zhang Zhiyin was insinuating.

Zhang Zhiyin’s words had crossed Fang Zhou’s line, and he finally hardened his expression and asked, “Why are you here?”

Though Mei Chuanchuan had already asked, he wanted to hear it again.

After their breakup, Zhang Zhiyin had gone abroad for studies, rarely appearing in the country.

He’d last seen her in a short video clip where she received an award.

“If you can be here, why can’t I? Can’t I look for inspiration?”

Zhang Zhiyin’s reason was solid and irrefutable.

“You’re still mad about what happened back then.”

Fang Zhou glanced at Zhang Zhiyin, noticing her cold expression and every word laced with thorns.

Since she entered, it seemed every moment was a confrontation.

“Heh, it was almost five or six years ago, who remembers that much?”

“Don’t overestimate yourself, Fang Zhou.”

Zhang Zhiyin’s lips curled in a sneer, her gaze saying ‘overestimating yourself.’

Fang Zhou fell silent, his mind replaying the past.

Those old memories were like expired candies in a jar, too precious to throw away but spoiled if eaten.

He, Zhang Zhiyin, and Li Siming were good friends in high school, studying, eating, and celebrating birthdays together.

This pure friendship continued into college.

In college, Fang Zhou met Qiao Sisi through gaming and successfully transitioned their online romance to real life.

He thought his friends would be happy for his first relationship, but instead, he saw Zhang Zhiyin’s disappointed tears.

That day, Fang Zhou invited Li Siming and Zhang Zhiyin to dinner to share the news and show them Qiao Sisi’s photo.

Zhang Zhiyin cried upon hearing she was his girlfriend, leaving Fang Zhou and Li Siming helpless.

She said, “You’re in a relationship, what about me? I’ve liked you for so many years, didn’t you notice?”

Fang Zhou was stunned.

Li Siming didn’t know what to do either and tried to comfort Zhang Zhiyin.

But a heartbroken woman couldn’t be consoled.

Fang Zhou was thrown into chaos by the sudden confession.

He had always seen Zhang Zhiyin as a friend!

He didn’t know she liked him!

During high school, Fang Zhou only thought about studying, his mind filled with knowledge from dawn till night.

The pressure of studying was enough to suffocate him, and gaming or reading a novel was a luxury.

He had no time to think about relationships.

He could only tell Zhang Zhiyin the truth, that he saw her as a friend and never thought of her that way.

Besides, he already had Qiao Sisi, so he and Zhang Zhiyin were impossible.

After that incident, Zhang Zhiyin went abroad and never saw Fang Zhou again, as if she had vanished.

Now, she appeared as his ex-girlfriend, scaring away Mei Chuanchuan.

What did she really want?