Suffering was inevitable; her voice was terribly hoarse, and all she could do was sob silently. Exhausted from crying, as if her reason had returned, Yu Qiuchi nestled in Mo Weiyun's arms, rubbed her eyes to hold back the remaining tears, and then hugged Mo Weiyun's neck tightly, refusing to let go.

Mo Weiyun was powerless against Yu Qiuchi in this state, and he yielded without reason. Once Yu Qiuchi had calmed down, he wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Um."

"Did you dream about strawberries?"

"Um"

...

No matter what Mo Weiyun asked, Yu Qiuchi would only hum in response, without saying anything else, leaving Mo Weiyun to guess.

This is the most grueling part.

Mo Weiyun's movements were gentle yet brooked no refusal. He pried Yu Qiuchi's hands off his body, making him look directly at him: "Liao Liao, I told you, you have to answer your brother's question."

Mo Weiyun's usually sharp eyes were filled with worry and tenderness, leaving Yu Qiuchi momentarily at a loss. He felt as if he were in a dream, and finally, unable to stop himself from looking down, he lowered his head and murmured, "Mm."

The man stood up, sighed softly, and turned to leave.

Yu Qiuchi, who was hiding in his shell, suddenly grabbed Mo Weiyun's clothes.

Mo Weiyun turned his head and looked down at the hand clutching the hem of his clothes. Seeing the intense clash between white and black, his eyes were terrifyingly deep. Then he turned his gaze to Yu Qiuchi's eyes, which were full of fear.

Yu Qiuchi tried to pull his hand back as if to escape, but then, as if remembering something, he gripped it tightly again: "Don't go..."

The sound was very soft; you couldn't hear it at all if you weren't paying attention. But Mo Weiyun was keeping a close eye on Yu Qiuchi.

"Liao Liao, you need to express your needs to your brother. Anything is fine, and I will agree to it."

That "Don't go" was a huge encouragement to Mo Weiyun. For three years, whenever Yu Qiuchi was in this state, it was very difficult to communicate with her; everything had to be guessed.

He stroked Yu Qiuchi's right sideburn. At this moment, he was like a guardian angel, his figure blocking Yu Qiuchi's view. Yu Qiuchi raised her head so that her gaze was level with his.

"Brother can't leave..." Yu Qiuchi said cautiously, his throat hurting, so he spoke in a breathy voice.

"No."

Time flies, years pass by, and Mo Weiyun has always kept this promise.

"Um."

Yu Qiuchi knelt by the bed and hugged Mo Weiyun's waist. His long black hair spread out behind him, covering most of his body. His slender ankles were entwined with the red quilt cover. The young man looked smaller than Mo Weiyun.

Looking down from above, Mo Weiyun could see a large expanse of bare skin exposed at the neckline, which was quite inappropriate, but he...

Mo Weiyun felt a little awkward and wanted to change her position, but Yu Qiuchi didn't understand and thought that Mo Weiyun was angry and wanted to leave, so he hugged her even tighter.

"Mr. Mo, the medicine... I'll go out first!" Assistant Tang had just opened the door with a brown porcelain bowl in his hand. He didn't even catch a glimpse of Mo Weiyun's expression before he instantly left. He was a truly competent assistant!

Mo Weiyun bent down and removed Yu Qiuchi's hand from her waist, took a deep breath, and suppressed her palpitations: "Liao Liao, drink your medicine first, okay?"

"If I drink the medicine, will my brother stay?" Yu Qiuchi's eyes were full of clarity. He seemed to trust Mo Weiyun a lot. He could be tricked into giving away his entire fortune with just a piece of candy. He was the kind of person who would give his whole life to Mo Weiyun.

"Yes, once they drink it, they won't leave."

"I drink."

Yu Qiuchi stared intently at Mo Weiyun, afraid that he would run away when she wasn't paying attention.

This time, Mo Weiyun didn't even need to coax Yu Qiuchi to drink the Chinese medicine; she drank it all herself, and after finishing, she even licked her lips, tasting a hint of sweetness amidst the bitterness. Then, nestled in the blankets, she peeked at Mo Weiyun with her eyes open, looking incredibly well-behaved.

Alright, with just this one move, Mo Weiyun knew he hadn't succeeded. Once again, he wondered if the choice he made to temporarily make Yu Qiuchi forget those traumas after the incident was really the right one.

Mo Weiyun no longer had the energy to think about it. Yu Qiuchi was already exhausting for him, both mentally and emotionally.

It looks more serious than before I returned to China...

Mo Weiyun touched Yu Qiuchi's forehead. It wasn't hot anymore; the fever had subsided, and he had been sleeping in a daze for a day. If he slept any longer, something bad might happen.

He lifted Yu Qiuchi out of bed and put some thick clothes on him.

"Huh?" Yu Qiuchi was in a daze when something suddenly covered his head, making him feel very insecure. He was protesting.

"If you've had enough sleep, get up and move around." Ignoring Yu Qiuchi's resistance, Mo Weiyun put shoes on him: "The doctor said you're too weak and lack exercise."

"No!" Yu Qiuchi refused outright.

"You want it," Mo Weiyun retorted mercilessly.

...

The carving of shadow puppets was very difficult, and the guests had to start over many times. But luckily, there were many people and great strength! The work didn't end until the heavy rain stopped and the stars peeked out from under the night sky.

The old man is so happy today.

The old man watched them bustling around with a smile, offering his guidance and comments while peeling peanuts.

"Wow, it worked! I'm exhausted!" Yan Qing exclaimed, holding her arm after the coloring treatment.

Tang Ke took it from his hands, his eyes full of disappointment. He ironed the finished parts through the white cloth and dehydrated them: "You just painted them, and you haven't even complained about being tired from carving!"

"This is my first time. I didn't expect it to be so difficult, even though it looks simple." Gu Junxiao rubbed his wrists. He had put in the most effort today.

The old man said that some people practice this hand skill by suspending bricks on their wrists and holding walnuts with their bare hands.

"That's it." After assembling the small mechanisms, Jiang Chenzhou controlled the little figure to perform two actions in the air.

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