"I miss you so much……"

That autumn rain, the intertwined breaths of two people under the umbrella, their silhouettes reflected on the wet sidewalk.

One hour later...

Back to Courtyard No. 1.

Lin Yue sneezed three times in the bathroom, the force of which made her head spin. She rubbed her temples and thought to herself, "No way, just a little wind and a little rain, and I've caught a cold?"

Seeing that she hadn't come out for a while, Song Yunzheng knocked on the door. "Yueyue, what's wrong? You can't soak in the water for too long."

The bathroom door opened, and Lin Yue leaned weakly against the doorframe. "I feel so dizzy."

"You've caught a cold." Song Yunzheng raised his hand and touched her forehead. It wasn't hot; thankfully, she didn't have a fever.

"Go back to bed and lie down. I'll make you some medicine. If it gets worse tomorrow, you'll have to go to the hospital."

Before long, Lin Yue stared at the dark medicine in front of her, and just looking at it made her tongue taste bitter. Her lips pursed so much that they could hang an oil bottle on them.

Meeting the man's unwavering gaze, she took a deep breath, reached for the cup, held her breath, tilted her head back, and gulped down the medicine.

Before he could even show a pained expression on his face, something was shoved into his lips, and the bitterness in his mouth was instantly replaced by a sweet taste.

Her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she looked up at Song Yunzheng. "Hmm? Dried tangerine peel?"

After saying that, he didn't forget to lick his lips, savoring the memory.

Song Yunzheng rubbed her head and said, "With you around, the things we always keep at home can instantly relieve our suffering."

"Mmm, it's really delicious. Give me some more."

Song Yunzheng smiled gently, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. It's too late tonight. Go to sleep now. Getting enough sleep will help you recover faster."

The rain outside the window continued to fall softly, the raindrops dancing on the glass, one after another, the regular rhythm bringing a sense of tranquility to the heart.

Song Yunzheng looked down at the sleeping person in his arms, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

After nearly half a year apart, I had accumulated a bellyful of longing, and I had intended to pour it all out tonight, but who knew that this little girl would let me down at the crucial moment...

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