deltrittennovels Chapter 9 The Heart-Fluttering Yukimura Seiichi
Chapter 9 The Heart-Fluttering Yukimura Seiichi
The car came to a smooth stop at the inpatient department of Jinjing General Hospital.
Looking through the car window at the patients and their families coming and going in the inpatient department, and smelling the medical disinfectant in the air, Wang Yueling felt a strange heaviness in her heart.
He tightened his grip on the bouquet a little.
This environment is all too familiar.
It's so familiar that just smelling it makes my body automatically return to those days when I couldn't move, couldn't speak, and could only stare at the ceiling.
He took a deep breath.
Holding flowers and carrying a food box, she got out of the car, her gaze fixed on the rooftop terrace.
On the rooftop, a slender, upright figure stood beside the fence, wearing a loose blue and white hospital gown with a beige cardigan over it. His bluish-purple hair swayed gently in the morning breeze. He held something in his hand, tilting his head slightly upward to look at the sky, exuding a cool and lonely aura that tugged at the heartstrings.
It was Yukimura Seiichi.
Wang Yueling's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze remained fixed on that figure for a long while, as if she wanted to etch every move of that person into her heart.
Then he lowered his head, straightened the bouquet in his hand, and walked into the inpatient department.
He was the only one in the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor and watched the floor number change little by little, his heart pounding along with it.
In his previous life, he had never been nervous in front of nearly 10 spectators at a world championship, but now, just to meet one person, his heart was beating abnormally fast.
Wang Yueling took a deep breath and whispered in French, "Don't be nervous, be sensible. You're just going to see your idol, not to propose."
The elevator doors opened.
His beautiful phoenix eyes were full of determination as he opened the door to the rooftop.
Sunlight suddenly flooded in.
Yukimura Seiichi sat on a bench with a sketchbook on his lap and colored pencils in his hand, drawing something as the pencil tip moved across the paper.
Hearing the door open, he looked up and his gaze fell on Wang Yueling, who was holding flowers, and he paused for a moment.
Especially since the handsome young man with delicate features was smiling at him, his small right canine tooth peeking out, giving him a slightly silly look...
He was caught off guard for a moment.
Yukimura gave a perfectly polite smile, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked, "Who are you...?"
Wang Yue Ling hugged the bouquet tightly. While Yukimura was looking him over, he was also observing Yukimura, comparing the Yukimura in the anime DVD with the real person in front of him.
The Yukimura Seiichi in the DVD is from a two-dimensional world; he's two-dimensional, someone you have to look up to from behind a screen.
But the person in front of me is not.
He has warmth and breath; his eyes hold a polite smile, but also deep-seated doubts.
Seeing it with your own eyes is much more exciting.
The real person is a billion times more attractive than the anime version!!!
Wang Yueling was afraid that staring at the other person for too long would frighten them, so she quickly composed herself, but her smile remained.
"I am Wang Yueling." His voice was not loud, but very clear. "I am your die-hard fan, and I came here today to visit you."
When Mochizuki Ryo introduced herself, she neither mentioned her status as an heir to a wealthy family nor her ties between two lifetimes. She simply wanted to enter Yukimura's world as a fan.
His fans?!
Yukimura was even more confused.
He's not a professional tennis player after all. Usually, his teammates, classmates, and relatives come to visit him in the hospital. I've never seen fans come to visit him before. Moreover, based on how they used to accompany Wen Tai to chase after female singers and ask for autographs, fans usually get very excited, nervous, and stutter when they see their idols.
But the boy in front of me didn't.
Aside from his slightly silly smile, he was natural in demeanor and spoke clearly and intimately, as if they had known each other for a long time, not just for the first time.
Yukimura noticed that the other person's gaze was on his sketchbook, and he also looked down at the sea of flowers he had drawn.
Wang Yueling noticed his subtle gesture and smiled, sincerely praising, "Your painting is beautiful, but the real flowers are even more worth looking forward to."
He stood tall and straight in the morning light, his golden hair swaying slightly in the wind, his deep blue eyes reflecting the somewhat bewildered, sickly beauty opposite him, his slowed tone elegant and pleasant to hear.
"I believe you will soon see even more beautiful flowers."
Yukimura clearly hadn't expected him to say that. He looked up and quietly gazed into Mochizuki Ryo's eyes, a genuine smile appearing on his face. His eyebrows curved, dispelling the coldness around him.
"Thank you, you're the first person to say that."
He has painted seas of flowers many times. People who come to see him praise his paintings, say that he is talented, and then say things like "take good care of yourself" and "get well soon."
But the person in front of me is different.
He genuinely appreciated it.
This is what Yukimura learned from the eyes of this boy named Mochizuki Ryo.
Those azure eyes held a profound emotion—not pity, not regret… but heartache.
This sincere and undisguised directness of emotion deeply moved Yukimura.
There is.
This person's gaze was so direct that it was impossible to ignore.
He awkwardly looked away, his ears feeling a little hot.
He couldn't understand why this boy in front of him would have such deep feelings for him, even though they had only just met.
Isn't it? !
"How...how did you know I was here?" Yukimura's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible panic and defensiveness.
A stranger suddenly appeared on the rooftop, claiming to be his fan and even knowing which hospital he was staying at.
It seems a bit strange no matter how you look at it.
"I found it out," Mochizuki Ryou said frankly. "There's some news about your hospitalization online."
Yukimura Ryosuke.
As the captain of Rikkai University's tennis club, which has won the national championship for two consecutive years, he hasn't shown his face for so long, and those in the know are certainly aware that he is sick.
……
Mochizuki Ryo didn't want to see Yukimura's dejected expression.
She handed him the bouquet, a dazzling smile playing on her lips, her tone teasing: "People often say that when you see someone you like... oh no... your idol, you should bring a bouquet of flowers. But you're in the hospital right now, so this bouquet doesn't count. Consider it just flowers for visiting you. I'll send the rest later."
Upon hearing this, Yukimura accepted the bouquet with a slight blush on his cheeks, the faint fragrance of flowers lingering around his nose, and he was even more surprised.
Daisies and calamus.
These are all flowers he likes.
Daisies are familiar to most people, but calamus... is rarely known.
"How did you know I like these flowers?" He looked up at Wang Yueling, full of questions.
"I did my homework." Wang Yueling said with pride, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
Yukimura lowered his eyes slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Thank you." His voice was a little softer than before. "The flowers are beautiful."
He looked up at the sky, smiled, and invited, "Would you like to sit in my ward? It's windy here."
"Okay." Wang Yueling naturally bent down and picked up the art supplies and sketchbook from the bench with smooth movements. "I'll get them for you."
"Need not……"
"It's no problem, it's just a small thing."
Yukimura felt a little embarrassed seeing him waiting at the door with his things, but he didn't refuse anymore and walked ahead with the bouquet.
The two of them went downstairs one after the other. The morning breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and the subtle atmosphere of their first meeting.
The ward was a single room, not large, but very tidy.
Wang Yueling put her things away, walked to the window, and looked at a small pot of pale pink daisies on the windowsill.
"Did you grow them?"
"Hmm." Yukimura sat back on the hospital bed, his eyes softening as he spoke of plants. "There are a few succulents over there, which I planted in my spare time. Hospital stays are so boring, growing some plants adds a bit of life."
He started talking about the various plants he grew, when he bought this one, and how to water that one, his tone filled with obvious pleasure.
Wang Yueling listened quietly, her gaze always fixed on his face. Seeing the light in his eyes when he talked about plants warmed her heart. Of course, she would also ask some small questions about planting from time to time, but she always got to the point.
Yukimura was somewhat surprised by his erudition; this young man was not just politely agreeing, but genuinely understood farming.
The two talked about more in-depth plant-related topics, and then they talked about tennis.
"I first played tennis in elementary school." Yukimura radiated a special glow when he talked about tennis. "Back then, I wasn't very healthy and I wasn't very tall. I accidentally came across tennis and I was hooked. I've come all the way to where I am now."
His casual remark concealed the countless days and nights of sweat and effort he had put in.
As Wang Yueling listened, he was deeply moved. In his past life, wasn't it because he saw this boy in the DVD who refused to give in to fate even while ill that he picked up a racket and went step by step from the orphanage to the top of the world?
"I play tennis because of you."
These words were almost spoken off the cuff, carrying the deepest secret hidden in his heart.
Yukimura's gaze suddenly fell on him, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion: "What do you mean?"
Wang Yueling realized she had let something slip, coughed lightly to cover her inner turmoil, and still smiled, speaking calmly: "I've watched your match videos. Your tennis is very strong, with a kind of mental power that makes it impossible to look away. I thought back then that I wanted to become a tennis player like you."
Yukimura looked at him, the doubt in his eyes fading slightly.
The reason sounded a bit far-fetched, but the person said it with a very serious look in their eyes.
He was somewhat unsure, but didn't press the matter further.
After all, everyone has secrets they can't tell, there's no need to pry.
Wang Yueling felt the time was right, so she put away her smile and her gaze became serious.
"Yukimura, I want to talk to you about your illness."