In the middle of the night, Han Zhiyan, who was sleeping soundly, began to feel drowsy, and her body seemed to be attacked by the rolling heat wave and cold air.
She couldn't help but groan in discomfort, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.
She habitually reached out to find that warm embrace.
When she realized that the place around her was freezing cold, she was startled and suddenly opened her eyes and looked around.
The room was only lit by the bedside lamp, with only a faint dim yellow light shining on it. The curtains on the window sill were drawn, so it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside.
Han Zhiyan thought of Shangguan Chen immediately. She endured her physical discomfort, quickly got out of bed, opened the curtains, and looked up!
The moonlight, which is usually bright and clear, is hiding tonight.
Han Zhiyan panicked, and ran out of the room regardless of the alternating heat and cold in her body.
She tried to get out of the holiday house, but when she opened the door and was about to step out, she saw several bodyguards in black guarding the outside.
"Young lady, it's so late, where do you want to go?" A bodyguard stretched out his hand to block Han Zhiyan's way and said respectfully.
"I want to go back to Shangguan's house, don't stop me, just go away!" Han Zhiyan said weakly with a bit of anger.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Chen has told me that the young lady can't go anywhere. We are asked to stay here carefully. Please forgive me, young lady!" the bodyguard said still unmoved.
Unexpectedly, Han Zhiyan yelled, waking up Xiaobing who had already rested.
Xiaobing hurriedly walked to Han Zhiyan, supported her, and persuaded her, "Young lady, it's so late, it's better to go to bed early, otherwise you will be exhausted and the young master will be worried."
Han Zhiyan immediately calmed down and did not make any noise.
Even if I can't help him, I can't let him worry about himself anymore.
She had promised him to take good care of herself, and she couldn't let him down.
Xiao Bing saw Han Zhiyan's face turned ugly and motionless, and she felt panicked and at a loss.
Without thinking much, Xiaobing helped Han Zhiyan walk to the room and let her lie down.
"Young mistress, it's very late, go to bed early!" Xiao Bing looked at Han Zhiyan with a worried look and said.
Han Zhiyan nodded unconsciously, with a trace of anxiety and worry under her eyes.
Xiaobing sighed and walked out of the room silently.
In the quiet room, Han Zhiyan slowly got out of bed, sat down in front of the window sill, and looked up at the night sky.
On the night of the first day of the new year, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the stars were sparse. Only the bright moonlight could not be seen.
Shangguan Chen's painful look kept swirling in Han Zhiyan's mind.
Every time he gets sick, he endures a painful life-and-death disaster.
Every time he got sick, he was enduring a kind of bone-chilling torture.
Shangguan Chen always gives himself a happy and sweet life, but he endures all the hardships and pains.
Han Zhiyan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and her heart felt sour, dull, and extremely uncomfortable.
She couldn't understand why there was such a terrifying virus in his body that made him suffer so much.
If it is true what her mother-in-law said, she was Shangguan Chen's lover in his previous life, and now she is willing to give everything to cure his illness, even her own life.
She just wanted Shangguan Chen to never have to endure such disaster and torture.
As she thought about it, cold tears silently ran down her pale face. Undoubtedly, when he was suffering from pain, Han Zhiyan was also heartbroken.
Looking at the strange and dim night outside the window, Han Zhiyan stared blankly at the night sky, helplessly muttering "Chen..."