"..."

Everyone looked at the two people's affectionate expressions. After looking at them for a while, their teeth felt sore.

Bai Luyu was the first to hiss, "Okay, okay, let's not stand here and be an eyesore. Let's make food for our little ancestor. Let's go."

Everyone exited the room one after another. Nan Ningsong asked Yu Jinwen to take Nansong's temperature again to see if her fever had gone down. Yu Jinwen agreed.

He first measured it with an electronic thermometer. It was 37.1°C. It was still a bit low-grade fever. He flicked the mercury thermometer uneasily and said, "Here, it's clamped."

Nan Song obediently put the thermometer under his arm and looked at him intently.

Yu Jinwen reached out to explore Nan Song's forehead, felt a thin layer of sweat, and wiped her with a clean towel.

"I started to sweat, and the fever went away as soon as I sweated. Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink some water?"

Nan Song nodded, and Yu Jinwen took the water glass and put the straw into her mouth. Nan Song drank most of the glass.

"Drink slowly, don't choke." Yu Jinwen watched her movements carefully and with concern.

After Nan Song drank the water, his dry throat felt as if water had been injected into the desert, and he suddenly came to life. He drank too quickly and coughed twice.

Yu Jinwen was busy wiping her mouth again.

Nan Song looked at the man in front of him who was obviously much thinner and haggard, with black eyes and stubble on his chin. With a thought in mind, he reached out and touched his face.

Meeting her black and white eyes, Yu Jinwen's heart moved, he grabbed her hand and put it against his face.

"Why, you don't recognize me anymore?" He tried to pretend to be a light-hearted joke, but failed. As soon as he opened his mouth, he showed his vulnerability.

Nan Song's eyes were like water, and she looked at him quietly, "Why have you lost so much weight? Your beard has grown out."

"I don't care, I'll shave it off soon."

Yu Jinwen responded to her, met her gaze, and smiled, "Isn't he much uglier?"

"Not ugly."

Nan Song said softly: "It makes me feel sad to see such a handsome face become so haggard."

Her words made Yu Jinwen's heart soften, followed by pain.

The eyebrows moved, and so did his eyes. Yu Jinwen couldn't help it, he stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

As if he couldn't wait to rub her into his body.

He just hugged her like this and said nothing, but Nan Song understood.

Although she was in a coma, she could feel that he had always been by her side, as if he had been talking to her. She couldn't remember what he said, but listening to his voice made her feel at ease, and she simply indulged herself.

Take a good rest, she is really too tired, exhausted both physically and mentally, and must indulge herself like this.

The thermometer fell off, so Yu Jinwen reached in and clamped it again for her.

Her skin was hot to the touch.

"Ajin." Nan Song leaned on the bedside, looked at him, and suddenly said, "When I get better, let's go on a trip."

"Okay." Yu Jinwen answered her almost without hesitation.

Let alone traveling, as long as she gets better, he will have no problem asking him to help her pick the stars in the sky.

"Where do you want to go?"

Nan Song moved his lips, revealing a pale but vital smile, "Anything is fine. As long as I'm with you."

The dark clouds will eventually pass and the sun will rise.
Chapter completed!