Chapter 1196 - 1193: Love’s Revival 6

"Don’t worry, Young Master, the fever will probably break by the afternoon. It’s the season where infections like tonsillitis are most common. Just take good care for a few days... and it’ll be fine."

He sighed in relief.

Cold medicine always makes one feel drowsy.

When Yan Xixi opened her eyes, it was already late at night.

The room was dark, without a trace of light.

She felt a bit hot, sweating all over. Instinctively, one hand stretched out from under the quilt, but it was soon held and placed back inside.

She found it odd, as if it was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Being in a warm embrace, lying there for a very long time... usually one would feel strange, yet at this moment, she didn’t feel unfamiliar at all.

It felt like a habit.

For a long time, she had been accustomed to this kind of embrace.

But on such a night, she forgot who he was.

She reached out again, and that large hand once more caught hers, pushing it back under the quilt, half complaining, half indulgent: "Silly girl, your habit is really bad, always sticking your arm out... that’s the easiest way to catch a cold."

He simply held her tightly, wrapping her firmly with the quilt: "You have to sweat when you’re sick. Hold on, when dawn breaks, you’ll sweat it out and feel better."

Her voice was hoarse, unable to resist, confined by him; she soon fell asleep again, drowsily.

Yet, in her half-dreaming state, she reached out, intertwined her fingers with his, and held his hand tightly.

"Xixi... Xixi?"

She leaned against his chest, breathing heavily due to her stuffy nose, sounding like a bellows.

"Xixi, drink a bit more water... have another cup..."

He let go, but she held his hand tightly, as if afraid he might leave.

He smiled bitterly, turned to hug her with his other hand, speaking to himself: Then don’t drink.

Suddenly, his heart was filled with joy. At this moment, this woman started to slowly resemble Yan Xixi again—only when she was weak and without defenses would she completely let down her guard.

Another new day had begun.

Four exquisite small dishes, a large bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge.

When Yan Xixi opened her eyes, she could hardly believe it.

Someone came out of the kitchen, a big smile on his face: "Wash up, and it’s time to eat. When you’re sick, you should drink more porridge, silly girl, a few big bowls of hot porridge will cure everything. If you don’t believe me, try it..."

She sat on the bed in a daze, staring foolishly at him.

As if only now did she finally return to real life—back from her daydream.

A long time ago, when she was sick, he took care of her like this, attending to her diligently, making lots of delicious dishes.

She remembered it so clearly because, except for her father, never had any man bothered to care so tirelessly for her in such trivial matters.

He was the exception.

She vaguely recalled, the first time she had a miscarriage, he cared for her like this; once, when she was sick, he cared for her like this too. Just like today, his face full of smiles: "Xixi, let’s just have something simple for breakfast, I’ll make a big feast for lunch... but no roast lamb chops this time—I’ll make something else for you..."

"..."

She felt a subtle heartbreak.

Do we need the lofty and grand heroic sentiments of life and death, or the perseverance and tenderness in the trivial and ordinary?

In a lifetime, ordinary people experience few moments of life and death; instead, they are accompanied by salt, oil, soy sauce, and vinegar.

"Silly girl, why are you staring at me dumbly? Something blooming on my face?"

"..."

She let out a long sigh: "You rascal... aren’t you going to work? You’ve always been so busy..."

"..."

"Is it worth it to waste time on such trivial matters?"

He glanced at her irritably, then laughed heartily: "Miss, can you not always tease me? Time, well, it’s like that... squeeze it a bit, there’s always more..."

"Can you squeeze time forever?"

He suddenly removed the apron and walked over: "Miss, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"