Gu Lin seems to be doing well too.

These three words, each of them weighing heavily, struck Lin Jiating and Lin Yu'an's hearts.

It’s not “I’ll help take care of it for a few days” or “take care of it temporarily”, but simply “it’s under my care”.

An absolute, unquestionable commitment.

Lin Jiating opened her mouth, and after the huge shock and disbelief, there was overwhelming ecstasy and relief.

She looked at her son, who had calmed down in Gu Lin's arms, and then at her brother, who was also clearly stunned on the hospital bed. Her eyes became even redder, but this time it was out of excitement and gratitude, and her voice trembled: "Mr. Gu! This... I can't do this! I'm so sorry for bothering you! Doupi..."

"No trouble." Gu Lin interrupted her, his tone still calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, "I have experience."

He freed one hand and took out his phone from his coat pocket. He swiped his fingers a few times and turned the screen to Lin Jiating. "This is the contact information of my housekeeper and assistant. They are available 24 hours a day. Send me Doupi's sleep and rest habits, allergies, and preferences now."

His arrangements were thorough and efficient, and with the decisiveness of a seasoned businessman, he instantly rescued Lin Jiating from the quagmire of helplessness.

Lin Jiating nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly took out her phone to add the number, saying thank you non-stop: "Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Gu! You are really our family..."

"You're welcome." Gu Lin's gaze turned to Lin Yu'an again, lingering for a few seconds. His eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, but in the end, they only turned into a simple instruction, "Get some rest."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the ward with Doupi in his arms, his steps steady, as if he was just going to handle a scheduled daily matter.

Doupi lay on Gu Lin's shoulder, waved his little hand at Lin Yu'an lying on the hospital bed, and called out in a baby voice, "Uncle, take your medicine obediently! Doupi is going home with Uncle Gu!"

The little guy's emotions came and went quickly. There were still traces of tears on his face, but at this moment he was full of curiosity about his "new home" and a little bit of adventurous excitement.

The door closed gently, blocking out the sounds from outside.

The ward suddenly became quiet.

Lin Yu'an leaned against the head of the bed, the warmth and weight of Doupi's little body still seeming in his arms, but Gu Lin's firm words "It's under my control" echoed in his ears.

He looked at the closed door, and somewhere deep in his heart, he was violently struck by this sudden and heavy burden.

That feeling is more disorienting than the dizziness you experience with a high fever.

Lin Jiating took care of the contact information and gave Lin Yu'an a few more instructions before hurriedly leaving with her suitcase, looking back every few steps.

Lin Yu'an was the only one left in the ward.

The sunlight moved on the wall and tiny dust particles floated in the air.

He closed his eyes, his mind a mess, filled with Gu Lin's figure - the suppressed gaze beside the bed late at night, the red tips of his ears when he wiped his body, and the steady and strong arms when he picked up Doupi with one hand just now, and the unquestionable words "It's under my control".

This feels... too much.

He needed a little coolness, something to calm his heated head.

He threw back the quilt and got out of bed slowly.

His feet touched the floor, and the feeling of emptiness made him sway slightly. He held onto the edge of the bed to steady himself.

Even the short walk to the bathroom felt a bit strenuous.

He turned on the tap and splashed a handful of cold water on his face.

The cold water droplets slid down his cheeks and dripped into his collar, bringing a slight shudder, but it did not seem to extinguish the heat in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

His face was still pale, his eyes showing fatigue from illness, but his cheeks were flushed with an abnormal blush.

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the mirror, and the cold touch spread up along his fingertips.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the inexplicable throbbing in his chest.

Just as he turned around to leave the bathroom, his steps became unsteady and his body tilted uncontrollably to the side.

In order to steady himself, he subconsciously reached out to the metal rack next to him where towels were hung.

Bang!

The metal rack was shaken violently by his movement, and a thick towel hanging on it slipped down and hit a stainless steel water cup on the edge of the sink below.

The water cup fell to the ground with a crisp and sharp sound of breaking!

Lin Yu'an was startled and his heart skipped a beat.

His first reaction was not to look at the debris on the ground, but to look nervously at the door of the ward.

Gu Lin had just left with Doupi. The child was full of energy. Could Gu Lin have already taken him far away? Such a big commotion...

Before I could finish my thought, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open!

Gu Lin's tall figure rushed in like a gust of wind, with an expression of undisguised panic and urgency on his face that Lin Yu'an had never seen before.

He took a few steps to the bathroom door, his eyes fixed on Lin Yu'an who was standing next to the debris.

"What's going on?!"

His voice was extremely tense, with a barely perceptible tremor. He glanced sharply at Lin Yu'an, confirming that he was not injured by the debris. "Are you hurt?"

He asked quickly and urgently, his worry and nervousness coming like a flood that had been released, rushing towards him violently, and there was no trace of his usual calm and composure.

Lin Yu'an was completely shocked by the momentum of his rushing in and the naked nervousness in his eyes. For a moment, he forgot to answer and just stared at him blankly.

Seeing that he was just in a daze and didn't say anything, Gu Lin frowned even more tightly. He took a step forward and grabbed Lin Yu'an's wrist without saying a word. He used a lot of force and pulled him a few steps away from the debris.

His palm was burning hot, with thin calluses, tightly holding Lin Yu'an's slightly cool wrist skin, and the temperature was so hot that Lin Yu'an's heart trembled again.

"Speak!" Gu Lin's voice dropped to a low, commanding tone, his eyes fixed on him, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Where did you fall? Or were you scratched by the debris?" He asked while quickly lowering his head and scanning Lin Yu'an's ankles and calves to check for any scratches from the flying debris.

Lin Yu'an was made even more helpless by his series of actions and questions. The force and temperature coming from his wrist made him even more flustered.

He subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, his voice a little weak and embarrassed: "No...no. I just didn't stand firmly and knocked the cup over. I'm not hurt..."

Gu Lin seemed to have not heard what he said at all, or did not believe it.

His eyes swept over Lin Yu'an's bare feet—she had gotten out of bed in such a hurry that she hadn't put on slippers. Gu Lin's brows knitted into a knot, and his expression became even uglier.

"Nonsense!" He scolded softly, his tone filled with fear mixed with uncontrollable anger. "You still have a fever and you dare to walk barefoot on the ground! Don't you think you're sick enough?"

Before he finished speaking, he bent down, put one arm through Lin Yu'an's knees, and with the other hand, he grasped his back and exerted force suddenly -

The world was spinning!

Lin Yu'an only felt his body lighten, his feet left the ground instantly, and he was lifted up sideways!

Gu Lin's movements were strong and direct, with irresistible force.

He exclaimed, and his hands subconsciously grabbed the collar of Gu Lin's shirt. His cheeks turned red instantly because of the sudden release and the overly intimate posture, and the redness went all the way to his ears.

"Put me down! I can walk by myself!" Lin Yu'an was anxious and embarrassed, struggling to get down.

However, Gu Lin's arms were like iron hoops, holding him firmly as he strode towards the bed.

The scent of him—the clean scent of soapberry mixed with a unique, reassuring cool woody fragrance, and the solid warmth of his embrace—wrapped Lin Yu'an tightly, making his struggle seem so futile.

"Shut up." Gu Lin's voice came from above his head, deep and full of unquestionable strength, with a trace of lingering anger and fear. "If you move again, I won't take care if you fall."

He walked to the bed, but his movements were extremely gentle. He carefully put Lin Yuan back on the bed, and pulled the quilt over him to cover him tightly.

After doing all this, Gu Lin stood up, stood beside the bed, and looked down at Lin Yu'an.

The huge panic I felt when I rushed in just now has not completely subsided, and now I am troubled by his shy and embarrassed appearance.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to look away, bent down and began to pick up the glass fragments on the ground, his movements were quick but silent.

The only sound in the ward was the faint sound of broken glass being picked up and thrown into the trash can.

Lin Yu'an huddled in the quilt, not daring to breathe, his heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest.

The strength and warmth of Gu Lin's grip seemed to still remain on the wrist, and the places on the waist, back and knees that were touched were as hot as a brand.

The feeling of weightlessness from being lifted up and the impact of the strong masculine scent just now made his mind go blank, leaving only the scorching temperature and the beating heartbeat like a drum.

After Gu Lin cleaned up the fragments, he went to the bathroom to check carefully again to make sure there were no missing glass shards.

He washed his hands and walked back to the bed.

Lin Yu'an immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his long eyelashes were trembling nervously.

Gu Lin's gaze fell on Lin Yu'an's slightly trembling eyelashes and still flushed face, lingering for a long time.

His eyes were deep and difficult to read, filled with so many complicated things - fear, regret, a trace of lingering anger, and even deeper, almost overflowing pity.

He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips seemed to want to touch Lin Yu'an's cheek, but he stopped again just a millimeter away from the skin, curled up and retracted his hand.

In the end, he was extremely restrained and used the lightest force of his fingertips to brush away the strand of hair in front of Lin Yu'an's forehead that always seemed to be disobedient.

The movements were as gentle as a feather brushing across the water.

Silence returned to the ward.

The sunlight is moving, lengthening the shadows on the window frames.

Gu Lin didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

He sat down again in the chair beside the bed, his tall figure casting a reassuring shadow.

He took out his cell phone, the light from the screen reflecting his well-defined profile, as if he was dealing with something. Occasionally, he could be heard whispering a few words to the person on the other end of the phone, his voice very low, obviously for fear of disturbing the "sleeping" person.

He mentioned "tofu skin", "children's meals" and "toys" in a tone that Lin Yu'an had never heard before, a kind of gentleness and delicacy that was almost homely.

Lin Yu'an closed his eyes, listening to Gu Lin's low and steady breathing, the subtle sound of him occasionally flipping papers, and his concise but clear arrangements on the other end of the phone.

In the air, the clean and steady aura belonging to Gu Lin was everywhere, like a silent declaration.

Time passes by every second.

Lin Yu'an's tense nerves gradually relaxed in this strange, guarded silence.

An indescribable sense of security seeped in bit by bit along with Gu Lin's presence.

He didn't know when he really fell asleep. Before his consciousness sank into darkness, his last vague thought was: His voice... didn't seem so cold anymore.