Starlight Has No Past
Chapter 47 Part 1
Qianxi stayed for the night. Zhou Tingsheng let her and Ye Qiao have the master bedroom and he moved into the guest room.
In the middle of the night, he got up and walked to the entrance with no reason. The colors on the painting <Secret of the Mortal World> was impossible to distinguish under the dim lights. For the first time, Zhou Tingsheng lit up the candle sticks in front of the picture of Jesus. In the yellow-orange glow of the candles, the picture frame looked like it had been ignited.
Qianxi came out of the bedroom yawning. She saw Zhou Tingsheng stood quietly at the entrance. She drowsily walked over to comfort him: “My cousin’s fever has come down. She just fell asleep. Tomorrow morning you’ll see a lively and cute cousin again! Don’t worry.”
Zhou Tingsheng thanked her with a shallow smile. He knew well that it’s probably harder to see a cheerful Ye Qiao after she woke up.
Qianxi licked her lips and suddenly became more serious: “Actually, it’s a good thing to have some conflict. A conflict means there’ll be a way to solve it. It’s not like for some people, where there’s no possibility to be together because of their family or social economic background.”
It was the first time that Zhou Tingsheng discovered that Ye Qiao’s carefree cousin was capable of saying such intelligent words. He smiled and asked her: “Are you tired? I’ll be cooking something for your cousin in a while, you can also have some.”
Qianxi touched her stomach in surprise and asked in doubt: “Can I really?” She couldn’t figure out how this man, who was not only handsome but cooked delicious food, had somehow annoyed her cousin.
The conflict they had this time, however, was quite different from the ones previously. Zhou Tingsheng seriously doubted the possibility of resolving the conflict this time.
Ye Qiao rested for two days after the fever died down. She and Zhou Tingsheng were very cordial towards each other, neither mentioning anything regarding the crux of their problems. Finally, on the third day, Ye Qiao brought it up at the dinner table: “Maybe it’s best for me to go back to my own apartment?”
Zhou Tingsheng was quiet for a while before he agreed. He made a phone call to arrange for someone to come and fix the heater in her apartment.
They were sure of the feelings they had for each other, but they didn’t know how to face each other. Even laughing felt like a sin. To avoid staying at home all day and slide deeper into depression, Ye Qiao made an appointment with a private fitness coach that a good friend had recommended. Everyday, she would sweat until she was soaked. Her exhausted body and sore muscles made her more aware of her own physical existence. Her distressed mental state became less important.
The private coach, Coach Fang, had made a specific training schedule for Ye Qiao based on the history of her heart problems. But Ye Qiao would constantly overexert herself. Once she stepped onto the machine, she wouldn’t get off. Coach Fang was worried: “I’ve never seen a movie star workout as hard as you. Pei Xindan trained with me for a while before she had to film some kung fu movies, but she wouldn’t treat herself this harsh.”
Ye Qiao asked with shallow smile: “You worried that I’ll pass out here?”
To her surprise, Coach Fang shook his head: “It’s not that. I have a Russian friend who had a heart transplant just like you. He’s even more daring than you; he’s broken one of his legs and still does extreme sports. So there’s nothing to be afraid about. If you dare, a heart transplant patient can still go parachuting.”
Ye Qiao asked herself whether she had the courage to do that. Occupied by her own thoughts, she didn’t really catch the rest that the coach talked about. After he had finished, Ye Qiao collected her wandering mind and said: “Tomorrow and the day after I have an award ceremony to attend. I won’t be here for those two days.”
“How about the day after those two days?”
Ye Qiao was taken aback: “......The day after those two days, maybe.”
Coach Fang laughed out loud: “I knew you'd be like that. You’re probably doing this just on a whim. After you’ve released whatever it is that’s bothering you, you’d just give up.” He squeezed Ye Qiao’s wrist: “See, how thin this is. A dog’s claw is fatter than this. Exercise is good for your body as well as your mind.”
Ye Qiao felt like she had been lectured for no reason and the feeling on her wrist wasn’t very pleasant either. The coach’s palm was sweaty and rough.. Ye Qiao quietly pulled her arm back: “I’ll take care of myself more in the future. Thank you.”
Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.
Has she made up her mind to dare flying?
ReplyDeleteThank you translator sama