Su San remembered that Fang Che said he loved her at that time. He said it sincerely, and she had no doubt that his confession was false.
He said that he was afraid of not telling the fact that he loved her and refused to report it to the Lord of Hell. In the face of life and death, it is impossible for people to tell lies.
Yes, Fang Che loved her, but he still left her in Suo Pei's hands.
He could give up his own life, but he was willing to give her to other men.
She couldn't forgive him, a man who betrayed love, a man who was unfaithful to his feelings. He handed her into the hands of others when he loved her. If there was a next time, would he make the same decision again?
?
She couldn't trust him anymore and that was the end result.
Su San closed her sore eyes and had a headache. Could it be that she had also caught Fang Che's cold and was going to get sick?
"Xiao San, your forehead is so hot. You have a fever. What should you do?" Fang Che's shouts could be heard in Su San's ears.
What to do? Count on him? Your life is hard to save, so you might as well rely on yourself.
"Stop arguing, I know I have a cold. Now go and bring me the cold medicine. After taking the medicine, you will be fine soon." Su San closed his eyes again and fell asleep on the sofa.
"Don't sleep here, there is no quilt, go back to bed." Fang Che said and picked up Su San from the sofa.
Because she was sick and weak, she didn't struggle and leaned quietly in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, "Fang Che, it's impossible for you and me."
When she said this, she felt a little sad.
Maybe it was because of this that she got sick, and the thought of not being able to be with him made her very sad. Now Fang Che didn't understand what she said. He recovered his memory, and she told him again.
Hearing this, Fang Che paused, quickly put Su San on the bed, and said softly: "Xiaosan, take the medicine first, and you will get better quickly after taking the medicine."
Su San took the medicine obediently and soon fell into a deep sleep.
"Xiaosan, wake up, drink porridge and take medicine before going back to sleep." Fang Che woke up Su San.
Su San drank a few mouthfuls of porridge but had no appetite at all. Fang Che handed over the spoon again. She shook her head and said, "If you don't want to eat it, leave it here. I want to sleep."
"Is it because the porridge I cooked doesn't taste good that you don't drink it?" came Fang Che's slightly aggrieved voice.
"No, I just have no appetite."
After taking the medicine, Su San lay down and wanted to continue sleeping.
"Xiao San, if you can't do this, why don't you go to the hospital to see a doctor? That way you will get better faster!" Fang Che approached Su San and asked.
"I won't go." I hate hospitals the most. As soon as I get there, I feel uncomfortable all over. It's just a bad cold and it will get better soon. My body knows it.
"Okay, don't go. Go to sleep. It won't be so hard if you fall asleep." Fang Che said softly.
When Su San woke up, it was already the next day. When she woke up again, she was sweating.
When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was lying in Fang Che's arms. She made a slight movement and woke up Fang Che.
Fang Che looked at her forehead and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Su San nodded, her head no longer hurt, and her fever subsided. She wanted to speak, but found that her voice was hoarse.
"Xiaosan, it's okay. Let's take a hot bath first. You're sweating all over. If you don't wash off, you'll catch a cold again. I'll put in the hot water. You wait here. I'll carry you over later." Fang Che said.
The voice was slightly anxious and methodical.
"Fang Che." Su San said hoarsely.
Fang Che turned around and smiled: "What's wrong?"
