Su Wanwan seemed to have heard his voice, and the anxiety in her heart was soothed a little by that gentle tone. Her struggling movements also slowed down and came to a stop.

  Pei Muni carefully tucked in the quilt for Su Wanwan, then got up and walked into the bathroom, took out a basin of cool water, put the towel in, wrung it out, and helped her wipe away the thin sweat that had seeped onto her forehead.

  Su Wanwan's eyebrows were always furrowed, and her two slender eyebrows formed small peaks. What was she thinking about in her dreams? So restless...

  Pei Mu Nian's fingers unconsciously fell onto her brow, the palmar surface gently stroking, slowly smoothing out.

  Perhaps it was Pei Muni's actions that carried a deep sense of pity, Su Wanwan's unease seemed to have been driven away, her lips curled up unconsciously, and a faint smile bloomed on her quiet face.

  Pei Muren gazed at her, his eyes growing increasingly gentle. His body leaned in slightly, and a light kiss landed on the center of her brow.

  As the night deepened, Pei Mu had not been able to sleep well for days due to his cold war with Su Wanwan. At this moment, the room was quiet and peaceful, his beloved woman was by his side, and his emotions relaxed, and drowsiness came over him.

  He hastily shook his head, trying to wake himself up. He couldn't sleep tonight, he had to keep an eye on Su Wanwan and prevent her from kicking off the covers.

  To lift his spirits, Pei Mochen decided to go to the study and bring back a few documents to look at. However, he didn't expect that as soon as he stood up, Su Wanwan seemed to sense something and suddenly became uneasy again, her hand stretching out from under the covers to grab onto his clothes once more.

  Pei Muni was taken aback for a moment, and then a hint of smile floated up from the bottom of his eyes.

  After falling ill, Su Wanwan was still exactly the same as she had been three years ago, without any change.

  But as he smiled and smiled, that faint smile was slowly replaced by bitterness. If... if he and Su Wanwan could still be like they were back then, without any changes, how great would that be?

  -

  Su Wanwan woke up to find that it was already broad daylight outside her window.

  Today's sunshine is exceptionally brilliant, with rays shining into the house, warm and cozy.

  She opened her eyes dazedly, her mind still a complete muddle, her whole body weak and powerless, every movement feeling laborious. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before her consciousness slowly returned. Was she... really ill?

  I still remember that before she fell asleep, I heard Wu Shu say that she had a fever, and then she even called Pei Mu Nian.

  Bai Muniang will definitely mock her again...

  Su Wanwan's eyes involuntarily dimmed, and she unconsciously turned her head to the side. Then she saw a figure crouching beside her bed. She was stunned for a second before suddenly sitting up straight, her black eyes snapping open to their widest.

  Is she still dreaming? How can she see Pei Mochen here?

  Su Wanwan involuntarily closed her eyes again, and when she opened them once more, everything in front of her was still the same. She seemed... not to be dreaming after all...

  Pei Mu Nian really fell asleep on her bedside, so... Yesterday, after Wu Shu called him, he came back? Then, he has been taking care of her here all along?

  Su Wanwan looked at the bedside table, where a half-drunk cup of coffee and several scattered documents were still there, all of which proved that Pei Muni had indeed been here all night.

  She looked at Pei Mochen in disbelief, knowing that she was ill, and Pei Mochen not only didn't neglect her but even came back to take care of her?