She pursed her lips, and a sour feeling welled up in her heart, as if she had eaten an unripe fruit.

She couldn't help but start to speculate about the origin of the rouge marks, and various images emerged in her mind, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

But Su Huaiyue quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and suppressed the complex emotions in his heart.

She told herself that now was not the time to think about these things, Wei Che's safety was the most important thing.

She tried to force a smile and continued to help Wei Che take off his coat.

After taking off her coat, she folded it and put it aside, then carefully covered Wei Che with a blanket.

Finally, she tiptoed out of the room. At the moment she closed the door, she looked back at Wei Che lying on the bed, her eyes full of worry and concern.

While in a coma, Wei Che felt that he was in a cold darkness, surrounded by endless coldness and loneliness.

The cold seemed to have life, constantly drilling into his bones, making him feel icy cold all over, as if he was wrapped in a layer of ice and unable to move.

He tried to struggle, but found that his body was extremely heavy and every movement required a huge amount of strength.

In this darkness, he felt extremely desperate, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Just when he was about to be swallowed by despair, suddenly, a pair of warm hands held him.

Those hands were soft and warm, like the warm sunshine in spring, with endless tenderness and strength, gently dispelling the coldness from his body.

The warmth began to spread from his fingertips and gradually spread throughout his body, giving his originally stiff body a hint of warmth.

He slowly turned his head, and in the dim light, he saw Su Huaiyue smiling.

Su Huaiyue was standing behind him, wearing a light-colored dress, her sleeves fluttering gently in the wind, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Her smile was gentle and charming, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing two shallow dimples. That smile seemed to have a kind of magic that instantly dispelled the haze in Wei Che's heart.

Her eyes were full of concern, and that look was like a gurgling stream, flowing gently in Wei Che's heart, making him feel a care he had never felt before.

Su Huaiyue tilted her head slightly and asked him softly, "What's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, and it was especially beautiful in the silent darkness.

As she spoke, she slowly stepped forward, her movements gentle as if she was afraid of disturbing some precious treasure.

She gently opened her arms and embraced Wei Che in her arms.

The embrace was soft and warm, with a faint floral scent, a familiar scent that belonged only to Su Huaiyue.

This embrace was like a safe haven, instantly dispelling the uneasiness in Wei Che's heart.

He couldn't help but want to return the hug, as if that was what he most wanted to do at the moment.

A simple hug is like a spark falling into dry wood, instantly igniting all the desires in the heart.

Wei Che lowered his head slightly and could clearly see Su Huaiyue's smiling eyes looking at him gently.

Those eyes changed little by little during this period, from cold and unfamiliar, to firm and confident, and then to smiling and trusting.

Now that I think about it, this road has actually taken a long time.

As he watched, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

His lips slowly approached Su Huaiyue's lips, the distance between them became closer and closer, and their breaths intertwined.

Wei Che could clearly feel Su Huaiyue's breath. The warm breath sprayed on his face, making his heart beat faster involuntarily.

The atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous, and the air around them seemed to grow thicker. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and it seemed as if only the two of them were left in the entire world.

Just when Wei Che was about to kiss her, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

When he woke up, it was already noon the next day, and strong sunlight shone on his face through the window.

He was awakened by the pain of the wound on his hand. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wei Yunrou's anxious face.

Wei Yunrou's eyes were red, and she asked him in panic and distress: "Brother, how are you? Do you know how scary you were last night? You almost scared me to death!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, as if they would burst out at any second.

Wei Che had just woken up from a dream and was still immersed in the afterglow of that ambiguous and beautiful dream. He was looking forward to seeing Su Huaiyue's gentle smile when he opened his eyes.

But what caught his eyes was Wei Yunrou's anxious face, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This disappointment was like a wisp of smoke, rising quietly in his heart, but he quickly came to his senses, and with the calmness he had cultivated over a long period of time, he quickly adjusted his mood and did not let this emotion show on his face at all.

He frowned slightly, and the severe pain from the wound on his hand made his brows frown even tighter. He moved his fingers subconsciously, but gasped in pain.

The hands were now wrapped in layers of gauze, like a seriously injured soldier, and every bandage showed the severity of the wound.

Despite the unbearable pain, he still endured it, not letting himself show any more pain. He cast his gaze towards Wei Yunrou with difficulty and asked, "Who treated the wound on my hand?"

As he spoke, his voice was hoarse from waking up, and trembled slightly from the pain.

Wei Yunrou's eyes were filled with Wei Che's injuries. Seeing him like this, her eyes became redder with heartache.

Hearing Wei Che's question, she hurriedly said: "It was my sister-in-law who handled it, brother. You don't know how scary it was when you came back last night!"

Wei Yunrou's voice was tearful. She was still frightened when she recalled what Su Huaiyue had told her last night.

"You were burning hot, your hands were covered in blood, and you were completely disoriented. My sister-in-law had to work very hard to get you back to your room from the yard. She checked your wounds and tried to remove the effects of the drugs from your system. She was busy all by herself and didn't rest until very late. I think she's probably asleep now because she's exhausted."

As she spoke, she sighed softly, a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Wei Che with worry, "Brother, how did you become like this? Don't hide it from me, I'm really worried about you."

Wei Che slowly closed his eyes, trying to temporarily block out the reality before him, but his thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and he couldn't help but return to the unbearable moment in Jing Zhiwan's room.

At that time, Jing Zhiwan's actions caught him off guard. Those unusually intimate actions were like sharp thorns that made him frightened and angry.

He could never have imagined that Jing Zhiwan, who was always dignified and gentle, would do such a thing.

The shock in his heart surged like a raging tide, and anger burned in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it because of the difficult situation.

In extreme confusion and anxiety, Wei Che gradually became aware of something strange in his body.