"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Yao Min came in from outside the door carrying a pile of firewood on his back.

"Fang Ming, you've finished fetching water? Wow, Wen Zhiqing is here too! Are you feeling better?"

Although they were both in the same educated youth compound, the chances of meeting the fairy were extremely slim.

Because of her poor health, she spent most of her time in her room, and Tang Zhiqing would bring her food when it was time to eat.

During the month I spent in the countryside, I saw the fairy a handful of times.

However, considering that she had meat to eat at every meal and her frail body that seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind, no one said anything.

Wen Qinghe spoke softly, "Mmm, much better!"

Fang Ming noticed the two men's hesitant manner of speaking and, judging from their tone, it shouldn't be Yao Min.

But who is that person?

He carried the bucket of water out, his mind still on the other educated youth at the settlement.

As they passed Yao Min, he stopped them, asking, "You've been back for so long, why are you only now going to fetch water?"

Seeing this, Wen Qinghe ignored the two and went into the house alone.

Fang Ming saw the person he was looking at go into the room before shaking off Yao Min's hand and whispering, "I wasn't feeling well just now, let's go pick one now."

Yao Min watched his retreating figure with suspicion: "He was perfectly fine when he came back. This is really strange."

...

Wen Qinghe had just taken out her tablet from her spatial storage, intending to find a movie to watch.

There was a knock on the door, and the already furtive action made her feel a little guilty.

Who is it?

Hearing the girl's tone, the man outside paused in his knocking.

"It's me."

Upon hearing that it was Yan Xiao, she quickly tucked the tablet under her pillow to make sure it wouldn't be visible.

"They're here."

He then went over to open the door.

Yan Xiao looked at the small room, which was only a few square meters, and thinking of her hesitation earlier, he placed the lunchbox on the cabinet and spoke gently:

“I made you braised wild duck with lotus root. Your condition is special. Dr. Li said that if you don’t want to take herbal medicine, you can try dietary therapy to nourish your body. I will bring you meals for the next few months.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Qinghe looked up at the man in front of her. He had a high nose bridge, well-defined features, and deep, dark eyes that seemed to draw her in at first glance.

Why are you so good to me?