Falling in Love with Him at First Sight

His calm voice sounded so gentle to me.

That it made my eyes suddenly well up with tears.

He returned to the bedroom and said, "Have some warm water."

I wanted to say many "thank you", but I felt they would be too feeble.

I was burning up and in a daze, but I took the water and began to urge him to leave.

"Sorry, I've really caused you trouble. You should leave quickly, don't let me infect you."

I rambled on, saying many things, many of which I can't remember. "If I survive this, I'll offer myself to you after you leave..."

Brandon chuckled, "The probability of you offering yourself is way too high."

He comforted me, "Don't think too much about it. Have a good rest."

After that, I had a dream. I dreamt that Brandon was still the prince of Candyland, but because I had bitten him last time, leaving a wound, he fell ill and couldn't get out of bed.

I was scared awake.

When I woke up, I realized it was the landline that had woken me up.

I was still pondering whether the dream was some sort of prediction, whether Brandon would be infected by me, as I answered the phone.

The receptionist emotionlessly informed me, "The latest entry quarantine regulations have been released, and centralized quarantine is no longer required."

"You can go home now."

I was at a loss for a while.

My still-burning brain couldn't catch up. Brandon asked from behind the door, "What's wrong?"

I was still burning up.

But the hotel said that I could go home?

Originally, I had planned to stay at the hotel until I tested negative.

I had been afraid to let my family know I was sick.

I wanted to transfer the remaining room fee to Brandon and ask him to go home quickly.

But not only did he refuse to take the money, he also said, "I'll stay."

I was at a loss for words and blurted out, "You wouldn't... really wait for me to offer myself, would you?"

...

He was obviously speechless.

Then why didn't he leave?

I confirmed it many times and tried to persuade him kindly, but he still didn't intend to leave.

In order to reassure me, he emphasized, "It's not because of you."

But no matter how I thought about it, I felt that he was afraid of leaving me alone here.

The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. I decided to have my parents come and take me home.

After contacting my parents, I learned that a large number of people had fallen ill outside, and people like me had become the majority.

Before leaving, I wanted to ask Brandon for a way to contact him, but I felt embarrassed.

Our meeting had been so sudden, and our parting was just as abrupt.

But I should have been an unfortunate and unpleasant episode in his life.

When saying goodbye, I sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry! I hope you won't encounter unreliable people like me in the future."

He was stunned for a moment. Without waiting for his response, I armed myself with my suitcase and left the room.

……

Young people have good resistance, and within a week, I was back on my feet.

Perhaps due to good protection, my family members were also fine.

Seeing me idling around, my mother asked me to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries.

Seeing the throat lozenges on the shelf, I thought of Brandon.

I thought of the medicine he bought for me but didn't deliver, wondering if he was doing well and if he had fallen ill.

So when he suddenly appeared in front of me, I thought it was my own hallucination and slapped myself twice.

Brandon was taken aback when he saw me and was about to come towards me, but then he stopped when he saw me like that.

I didn't know what to say.

He didn't know what to say, either.

After a moment of awkward silence, he spoke first, "Hello."