As dawn broke outside the window, golden light pierced through the clouds, illuminating everything.

Jiang Yue sat on the bed in a daze for a long time, her slender fingers curling up silently. She was sweating, and her pajamas felt sticky against her body.

After a long while, Jiang Yue's eyes gradually regained their sparkle. She slowly got out of bed and absentmindedly went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I came out wrapped in a bath towel.

Jiang Yue's hair was half-dry, slightly damp, with a few clear water droplets falling from the ends.

I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep well last night and caught a chill, but I feel dizzy and lightheaded right now, and my throat hurts a bit. Maybe I have tonsillitis.

Jiang Yue didn't care; she had never liked taking medicine.

I don't like decocting Chinese medicine, and I also don't like taking Western medicine in tablet form.

Jiang Yue went downstairs for breakfast. Qin Zhao noticed that her complexion was not right, so he reached out and touched her forehead, which felt a little hot.

"I'll go get a thermometer."

After eating breakfast, Jiang Yue felt even more unwell.

This body is mostly healthy and rarely gets fevers or colds.

Jiang Yue has almost forgotten what it feels like to be sick; it certainly doesn't feel comfortable.

Qin Zhao took a thermometer from the first-aid kit and checked her temperature. She had a slight fever. The man frowned and asked, "Do you still have to work today?"

You got up so early.

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then continued, "If you have work to do, you can take a break and I'll call in sick for you."

Jiang Yue grabbed his hand as he reached for his phone, shook her head at him, and said in a muffled, slightly hoarse voice, "I don't have work today."

The recording intensity wasn't very high.

There are far more days off than days of work.

She wouldn't have let herself get tired anyway.

Qin Zhao saw that her face was flushed red from the heat, and she looked somewhat confused and out of sorts. She seemed naive and not very shrewd, making her look easy to fool.

Qin Zhao couldn't rest easy leaving her alone at home.

The phone on the dining table suddenly vibrated, accompanied by its own ringing sound.

Qin Zhao got up and went to the balcony to answer the phone. He had already changed into his work attire before coming downstairs: a well-fitting shirt and tailored, flowing suit trousers. He stood on the balcony, his slender figure casting a long shadow in the morning light.

The assistant reminded him on the phone, "Minister Qin, we need to take a car to Nancheng at noon. Everything has been arranged there."

There's an important meeting this morning.

I have to go on a business trip at noon.

This was a trip that had been planned well in advance.

Qin Zhao thought for a while, then said in a calm tone, "I won't go to the meeting this morning. Take notes. Also, postpone the trip to Nancheng by a few days."

The assistant was stunned. The change came too suddenly, and he wasn't prepared at all.

Especially since his boss rarely changed his mind at work, it caught his assistant off guard.

Suppressing his curiosity, he could only try to do as his superior instructed.

"Okay, I understand, don't worry."

"I'm hanging up now, go ahead and get busy."

Qin Zhao hung up the phone decisively and returned to the dining table. He saw his younger sister staring blankly at the bowl of yogurt in front of her, holding a spoon but not knowing how to put it in her mouth.

I don't know what she's thinking.

I've been absent-minded since I woke up.

Why aren't you eating?

"Food."

As Jiang Yue spoke, she mechanically put the yogurt into her mouth. The thick yogurt was mixed with strawberry pieces that she loved to eat.

She ate absentmindedly, bite by bite.

He looked preoccupied, as if afraid others wouldn't notice.

After Jiang Yue finished her yogurt, two pills appeared in front of her. Qin Zhao had just called the family doctor, who was on his way.

There's someone in my family who's studying medicine.

However, Qin Zhao still had a prejudice against Jiang Zhi. He was a student, and no matter how many times he looked him over, he was still unreliable.

Qin Zhao quickly found some fever reducer for her, saying, "Take the medicine first."

Jiang Yue wanted to shrink back when she saw the pills, but she raised her face and said, "But I think I can get better without taking the medicine."

To soften her tone, she added two words, albeit awkwardly and politely: "Brother."

Qin Zhao acted as if he hadn't heard her and told her to open her mouth.

Jiang Yue ignored him.

Qin Zhao raised his hand, pried open her chin without saying a word, and swiftly put it into her mouth.

Jiang Yue drinks more than half a cup of water before taking one pill.

A dozen minutes later, the family doctor rushed over, did a simple examination, said there was nothing wrong, prescribed some medicine, and said that he would get better after taking it for a few days.

I just won't feel well these next couple of days with the fever and cold.

After taking the medicine, Jiang Yue's already groggy head became even more dizzy. She listlessly nestled on the sofa, basking in the sun, not wanting to do anything.

Qin Zhao turned down work to stay home with her.

The weather has been great lately, with plenty of sunshine every day.

The Zhou family's butler brought the young master over here again. Qin Zhao went to the door to greet him and easily picked up the five or six-year-old child. "Your mother is sick. Take good care of her."

It's unfair to have a five- or six-year-old child take care of an adult.

It doesn't sound fair at all.

The boy, with a serious face, looked a little unhappy: "Is it because you treat her badly?"

Qin Zhao poked the boy's forehead: "Stop talking nonsense."

The boy disliked having his face poked by anyone other than his mother, and his expression became even more displeased: "Don't poke my face."

Qin Zhao felt that this child's temperament was exactly the same as Zhou Ji's.

Sometimes being too serious makes people want to tease you more.

Qin Zhao carried the child into the living room. The child, nestled on the sofa, was oblivious to everything, leaning against a cushion with his head tilted to the side. The medicine was taking effect, and he was fast asleep.

The child in Qin Zhao's arms squirmed, silently fussing about wanting to get down.

Qin Zhao put him down, and the boy tiptoed to his mother's side, stretched out his hand, and gently touched his mother's forehead.

It's really hot!

Qin Zhao pulled the person behind him again, "Don't wake her up."

The boy nodded obediently and didn't dare to touch his mother again. He stayed quietly in the living room, took out his homework from his schoolbag, and set up his small table to write it down seriously.

Jiang Yue woke up quickly, plagued by nightmares. She wondered if it was because she had seen the script on the show, as she kept dreaming about the same stories.

It is even more detailed than the history described in the script.

Jiang Yue subconsciously reached for her phone and found a missed call from Zhou Ji. She called him back.

The nasal tone is clearly audible.

Jiang Yue was in a daze and didn't listen carefully to what Zhou Ji said, absentmindedly replying with words like "um" and "oh".

At the very end, she seemed to come to her senses and softly said, "I want to see you."

Zhou Ji appeared before her even faster than she had imagined. While she was sitting on the sofa lost in thought, she seemed to receive another call from him.

"I have arrived."

"come out."

"I wore an extra layer of clothing."

Jiang Yue left the hospital without even taking her phone, still wearing her pajamas.

The man stood quietly in front of the car, saying nothing.

Jiang Yue's vision was a little blurry. She raised her hand to wipe her face and touched a cool, damp spot. She walked up to him and stood there.

Jiang Yue looked up at him and asked, "Why didn't you ask me who Zhou Fuwei is?"

The man's pale eyes seemed to hold a profound depth that saw through everything. He seemed to sigh, "Princess."