"Liar... big liar..."
"The witch is a liar, don’t believe her..."
"I’m sorry, it’s my fault..."
"Husband, you must be well, you have to be well..."
During the high fever, Mu Anhan began to speak incoherently.
She couldn’t break free from the dilemmas of her previous life and was trapped in a nightmare, crying sorrowfully.
She kept repeating these words, and Gu Xiaozhan only thought that tonight the witch performed rituals at the Feng family, which overwhelmed her and caused the nightmare!
If only he had known, he should have stopped her.
He gently patted her back, soothing her, "Han Han, I won’t let her deceive me..."
"Don’t worry, I’m so clever. Who can deceive me besides you, right?"
"You did nothing wrong; it’s me who never knew how to express my feelings to you..."
"I will be well, and you will be well, and the children will be well..."
"Sweetheart, get better soon..."
Perhaps his comforting words took effect, and Mu Anhan gradually calmed down.
Throughout the night, she repeatedly had bouts of fever and didn’t fall into a deep sleep until nearly dawn.
When she woke up again, she was ravenous.
She didn’t know how long she had slept; it felt like a very long time, just like when she slept in the Crystal Coffin in her previous life, devoid of time awareness.
But this time, when her eyes opened, she saw the man sitting beside her.
He had moved his desk to the bedside, with one hand moving on the laptop keyboard and the other holding her small hand.
After the fever had subsided, her small hand was cold, but his large hand was incredibly warm.
The moment she looked at him, he seemed to sense her waking up and turned to look at her.
One glance felt like millennia.
His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles were severe, stubble had grown, casting a blue shadow on his chin.
He was still wearing pajamas, not proper clothes.
She rarely saw him wear pajamas because he always slept later than she did and woke up earlier.
"Husband..."
Her voice choked; she was afraid of not waking up from a nightmare.
But he had been constantly beside her, taking care of her, calling for her, comforting her emotions.
"Where does it feel uncomfortable?" Gu Xiaozhan saw her eyes red, "Why do you cry as soon as you wake up?"
Mu Anhan laughed, "People get sick, they become vulnerable!"
In reality, she was tearfully joyful after feeling the real him, along with his companionship.
Gu Xiaozhan gazed at her, "Spoiled!"
"I’m a tomboy; do you still like me?" She pouted, with an evident meaning that you just love my softness!
Gu Xiaozhan laughed, brushed away the bangs from her forehead, saw the tears at the corner of her eyes, and kissed her tears.
Salty tears carried a bitter taste.
His breath lingered on her cheek.
He wasn’t content with just kissing the corner of her eyes; he moved down her cheek, reaching her lips.
To his surprise, Mu Anhan turned her head aside, dodging him.
Gu Xiaozhan slightly furrowed his brow, "Why don’t you want me to kiss?"
"I’m sick; I’ll infect you." Mu Anhan spoke weakly.
Only then did Gu Xiaozhan feel delighted, "With the little germs you have, you want to infect me? A kiss from me will kill them."
Indeed, the straightforward man’s sweet talk was really unbearable!
Mu Anhan also laughed, "Hurry up and kiss; the sickness will be gone. Stop feeding me medicine!"
Gu Xiaozhan: "..." she even led him into a mess!