This consideration lasted for several days. In the blink of an eye, it was already Friday. In the past, Luo Yuan would get excited whenever Friday arrived, as if it were some sort of holiday. But now, all of a sudden, he was overwhelmed by so many things pressing on his mind, and suddenly felt confused. He both wanted to see Ye Zhe'an and was afraid to see him.

I want to see him, but as soon as I see him, I will think of the baby in my belly and the pressure my father put on me to go abroad. I am so worried that even my face looks pale, and I can't hide it no matter how hard I try.

After leaving school in the evening, Ye Zhe'an first went to the market to buy enough food for two people for the day. Then, as planned, he arrived at the apartment. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a curled-up figure on the sofa, and it was Luo Yuan.

He changed his shoes and walked in, put the vegetables in the kitchen, and walked back to the sofa to stand beside Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan has become thin. He has lost even more weight since the last time I saw him at school. His complexion doesn't look good either. Ye Zhe'an frowned and wondered how he had been these past few days. Has he not been eating?

Luoyuan opened his eyes and met Ye Zhe'an's gaze. He grinned and said, "Teacher Ye, you're here."

Ye Zhe'an glanced at him and turned to walk into the kitchen.

Luo Yuan rolled over on the sofa, lying on his back and gazing at the ceiling. He had come from home in the morning and hadn't eaten much for lunch because of his lack of appetite. Now he was feeling a little nauseous.

After taking a moment to recover, he sat up and gazed at the broad silhouette in the kitchen. His nose couldn't help but feel a sourness. With each passing day, they were one step closer to the end of their contract. The days they had spent together could be counted on one hand. Besides the child in his belly, he couldn't think of any way to keep his Ye teacher by his side.

Ye Zhe'an was focused on cutting vegetables when suddenly someone hugged him from behind and pressed a warm body against his back. He paused for a moment but continued with the movement of his hands.

"Teacher Ye, my dad wants me to go to America. Would you like to go with me?"

Ye Zhe'an heard Luo Yuan say.

He stopped cutting vegetables and asked, "What are you going to America for?"

"Go for a year, and when a year is up, we'll come back. We can do nothing at all, just take it as a trip, how about that? Play for a year then come back, okay?"

Ye Zhean put down the kitchen knife, brushed aside the hand at his waist, and turned to look at the man in front of him. "Luo Yuan, when will you ever grow up?"

"What?" Luo Yuan was stunned.

"You're already 26 years old. How long are you going to be willful? You can skip work if you want, go abroad if you want, sign contracts if you want, and have anyone as your lover if you want." Ye Zhe'an stared fiercely into Luo Yuan's eyes, his gaze filled with an indistinguishable mix of anger and something else. "You have the luxury of being willful, but I don't. I don't have a wealthy father, only a sick younger brother. Can I go abroad with you for a year? Do you think that's possible?"

Luo Yuan's eye rims turned red, accompanied by his pallid complexion, making others feel sorry for him. Ye Zhe'an also felt sorry for him, but he couldn't take care of that right now. Deep-seated grievances made him loathe Luo Yuan's willful and reckless behavior. He felt a burning anger in his heart and left the kitchen, leaving Luo Yuan behind.

Outside, the sounds of doors opening and closing could be heard. Luo Yuan leaned against the stove, feeling a tumultuous wave in his stomach due to hunger and the early symptoms of pregnancy.

He couldn't hold on any longer and rushed to the bathroom while clutching his stomach.

He squatted in front of the toilet for nearly twenty minutes, but nothing came out except for some sour liquid. He had exerted himself too much and even pulled a muscle in his rib, causing him to sit on the floor with his body hunched over, waiting for the pain to subside.

Closing his eyes, his mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts. He couldn't make sense of what he was thinking. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening. He opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the bathroom.

Ye Zhe'an followed the light from the bathroom and saw Luo Yuan sitting on the ground, furrowing his brows as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "You didn't leave?"

Ye Zhe'an looked away, "We're out of steamed fish soy sauce at home, so I went to the supermarket at the doorstep to buy a bottle."

After being outside for such a long time, he went to the convenience store at the entrance and bought a bottle of soy sauce. What a low efficiency. Luo Yuan sniffed and a faint smell of smoke came over from Ye Zhe'an. Oh, he's smoking too.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Zhe'an reached out his hand towards Luo Yuan. "Is there something wrong with your body? I remember you went to the hospital before, what did you go there for?"

Luo Yuan helped Ye Zhe'an up by holding his hand. "No problem, don't worry. I just ate something cold earlier and it upset my stomach. The doctor said it would be fine after some time of recovery."

Ye Zhe'an stared at him, seemingly trying to see the truthfulness of his words from his eyes. Luo Yuan pushed him away and buried his face in the sink, washing it.

The water was running vigorously as Luo Yuan bent down, repeatedly splashing water onto his face. After doing so several times, he turned off the faucet and leaned against the washbasin, looking at Ye Zhe'an in the mirror. He asked, "Teacher Ye, if I were to go to the United States alone, would you miss me? Even just a little, would you think of me?"

Luo Yuan's voice was like a tightly wound mechanism, with each word flowing closely after the other. By the time he uttered the final word, it was already tinged with a sob.

Looking at people in the mirror, they appear distorted. Ye Zhe'an stared at Luo Yuan's slightly unfamiliar eyebrows and eyes, and his heart tightened along with the sobbing tone. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked away.

"I'll go cook." He turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

For dinner, Ye Zhe'an steamed a fish, stir-fried a plate of minced meat with green beans, and made a cucumber and preserved egg soup. Luo Yuan didn't eat much of the fish or minced meat; he just had half a bowl of rice with the soup. Ye Zhe'an furrowed his brows as he looked at the watery rice in Luo Yuan's bowl but didn't say anything.

After dinner, Ye Zhe'an washed the dishes while Luo Yuan nestled on the couch watching TV. When he saw something funny, he laughed a couple of times, as if he had returned to the carefree Luo Yuan of the past. When Ye Zhe'an finished cleaning the kitchen and came out, Luo Yuan was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face. Ye Zhe'an sat down beside him, picked up the remote control, lowered the volume of the TV, and said to Luo Yuan, "Where's your medical record? Let me take a look."

The smile on Luo Yuan's face froze before he could retract it. "What medical record book?"

"You previously went to get your stomach checked, where's the medical record? Show it to me," Ye Zhean reached out his hand towards him.

Luoyuan shifted his gaze from his face to his hands, then back to his face. He opened his mouth and said, "I... don't have a medical record book."

"Is there no medical record for your illness?" Ye Zhe'an looked at him expressionlessly. "If there is no medical record, there should at least be a prescription. Show it to me."

Luo Yuan was dumbfounded. He had the medical records and the prescription, but could he show them to Ye Zhean? If he really showed them, would Ye Zhean be able to sit here calmly?

Does he dare to take risks?

Luo Yuan's mind was in a state of confusion, completely unaware of what he wanted to do.

Ye Zhe'an turned his wrist and gripped his chin, "So, what illness did you actually have? Is there any illness that I can't know about? Why did you lie to me?"

"No, no, I didn't mean to deceive you, I just..." Luo Yuan murmured unconsciously. He looked at Ye Zhe'an's face and suddenly made a firm decision. If he told Ye Zhe'an like this, taking a gamble, since there were no worse scenarios anyway, what if he won the bet?"

He closed his eyes and said, "Ye Laoshi, since you want to know, then I'll tell you. Actually, I have..."

Without completing his sentence, Ye Zhe'an's phone rang, abruptly cutting off Luo Yuan's words. Ye Zhe'an picked up the phone, his expression suddenly changing. He answered quickly, "Aunt Liu, what happened to Xiaoxi?"