This dream felt so real.

It felt so real, like a dream.

Even in her dreams, Jiang Yue could vividly experience the humiliation of bowing her head and apologizing, as if she were being crushed into the mud and trampled into worthless dust.

Not only was her dignity trampled on, but she also had to endure those condescending gazes that looked down on her.

A mocking gaze.

Jiang Yue woke up from the nightmare in a daze, her eyes still somewhat unfocused, her back covered in cold sweat. She subconsciously clenched her fists, the thought of taking them down with her still lingering in her mind.

She thought that even if she ended up in that situation in the end.

They will not bow their heads and beg for mercy.

She would rather die than have her dignity trampled underfoot in such a humiliating way.

A person who lacks backbone cannot hold their head high, even if they are alive.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

A familiar voice broke her thoughts. She looked in the direction of the sound and wondered when this man had appeared there, taking advantage of her being asleep to steal things.

Jiang Yue was not in a good mood, especially now that she had to face the culprit in her dream. She was even less in a good mood, had a bad expression, and a bad attitude.

She clung listlessly to the blanket, looking like she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Zhou Ji poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "Your throat is a little hoarse, drink some water first."

Jiang Yue not only had a hoarse voice, but also a sore throat. She wondered if it was because she had been exposed to a cold breeze on the balcony while she was sleeping. She used to be very healthy and rarely caught a cold or flu.

It was her younger brother who was frail and sickly.

Jiang Yue held the cup with both hands, taking small sips of warm water, her throat still a little sore.

Seeing her furrow her brows slightly, Zhou Ji paused for a few seconds before sincerely asking, "Is the water very hot?"

He tested the water temperature, and it was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Why is she frowning and looking unhappy even when she's drinking water?

Jiang Yue was very polite. She raised her small face, which was delicate and fair, with clear, dark eyes. She looked very serious and spoke very politely: "I don't want to see you right now. Can you leave?"

Words spoken from the heart are always spoken with exceptional sincerity.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't seem to be lying or throwing a tantrum.

It's not that she simply doesn't want to see him.

Zhou Ji was utterly baffled as to what he had done to offend her, to the point that she didn't even want to see him.

The man pondered for a while, his expression calm and his emotions stable. He then spoke in a gentle tone, replacing his usual cold words: "I'm sorry, no."

He patiently and gently coaxed her to reveal the answer: "Who bullied you?"

Jiang Yue thought to herself, "You really have the nerve to ask? It's you."

She refused to engage in further communication with him, saying irritably, "My throat hurts, I'm not going to talk to you anymore, and don't try to talk to me either, or it will make me seem very impolite."

Zhou Ji was always easily amused by her words.

She always thought she was fierce, but she wasn't at all.

I don't know if it's because the air conditioner in the bedroom is set too high, but her face looks red, and the way she talks sounds sticky and different from usual.

Zhou Ji stepped forward, but the moment he raised his hand, she pushed him away fiercely.

Jiang Yue was uncooperative and refused to give him a friendly look: "Don't touch me."

Zhou Ji remained noncommittal, then, as if repeating his old trick, reached out to her again, firmly gripping her wrist as she tried to swat it away, and touched her forehead with his other hand.

The temperature is a bit high.

It sounds like I have a fever.

Zhou Ji sighed inwardly; she never really took good care of her body.

She doesn't like to cling to him when she sleeps at night, and she doesn't like to cover herself with a blanket. Her feet always kick the blanket off her body and make a mess of it.

You are sick.

"Then please call a doctor for me."

There are no doctors here.

"What do you mean? Do you want me to die?"

Zhou Ji could never keep up with Jiang Yue's thought process. She could always twist his meaning with a straight face and then condemn his bad intentions, as if he were a very wicked husband.

Zhou Ji rubbed her head and said, "Stop fooling around."

Jiang Yue was getting annoyed by his rubbing, and her tone wasn't very nice: "You're driving me crazy and you're telling me to stop making a fuss?"

Zhou Ji thought it was a good thing that she was in such good spirits despite being sick.

He explained, "There are no doctors, but there are fever reducers."

As he spoke, he released her wrist, easily found the first-aid kit in the drawer, carefully checked the production date and expiration date on the medicine box, and only dared to take it out for her to take after confirming that there was no problem.

Zhou Ji felt like he was taking care of a child, handling every little detail with utmost care.

Unfortunately, his wife has a temper that's no less fierce than his children's.

Zhou Ji is usually impatient with others, values ​​efficiency, and dislikes wasting time, but lately she seems to have inexhaustible patience, and even her temper has improved a lot.

He told her to open her mouth.

Jiang Yue wouldn't go against her own body. If someone was willing to serve her like a servant when she was sick, she wouldn't refuse. The little girl slowly opened her mouth, and the fever reducer was put into her tongue.

Next comes a glass of warm water.

She obediently took the fever reducer with water, but perhaps still traumatized, she asked blankly, "It's not poison, is it?"

Zhou Ji paused, leaned closer to her, and stared intently into her eyes. His serious expression made it impossible to tell if he was being genuine or joking. "You never know."

Jiang Yue felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and her cheeks seemed to burn even hotter.

She pushed him away, and the man obediently took two steps back.

"How about I commit suicide with you if you die?"

"No!" she said angrily, thinking she was being very quiet. "Go to hell."

Zhou Ji: "..."

The man gave a helpless laugh, but didn't forget to ask, "What nightmare did you have?"

Jiang Yue got angry just thinking about it. She raised her face, didn't answer his question, and instead asked him, "Do you really hate me?"