When Su Xia arrived, she only saw Ning Qing lying on the ground.

Su Xia rushed over to help Ning Qing up, but Ning Qing was pale and her breathing was so weak that it was barely audible.

His body stiffened, his heart suddenly sank, and his legs trembled.

He seemed to suddenly understand something, but he was afraid, he refused to know, and dared not touch the other person's breath.

He reached out a trembling hand, carefully using all his strength to gently lift the person from the ground, letting him lean against him. His hand trembled as he took out his phone, pressed a few buttons, all incorrect, but finally managed to connect to 120...

He hugged Ning Qing from behind, his voice barely audible, "Sir, please wait a little longer, the ambulance will be here soon."

She muttered to herself, her eyes stinging with tears, trying hard to hold them back.

Seeing Mr. Ning leaning against him lifelessly like a rag doll, his heart trembled, and the pain was uncontrollable, like being electrocuted.

A wave of grief washed over him.

Ning Qing is now back in the system space, watching everything that is happening outside with the system.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Watching Su Xia cooperate with the medical staff to lift her body onto the ambulance.

They arrived at the hospital and were wheeled into the emergency room.

Su Xia waited anxiously outside.

Finally, the lights in the emergency room went out, and the doctors and nurses came out to pronounce him dead.

Su Xia looked incredulous, pushed the doctor aside, ran into the emergency room, and carried Ning Qing away.

He carried Ning Qing back to his bedroom, talking to the person in his arms.

Unfortunately, the person in his arms could not respond to him.

But he continued to ramble on and on, talking to himself.

He didn't need a response from the person in his arms; he only prayed that the person in his arms would open their eyes and look at him.

He believed that the person in his arms would simply fall asleep and wake up, gently patting his hair with a smile and praising how soft and nice his hair was.

He helped Ning Qing clean her body and changed her into a clean bathrobe.

"Sir, your robe is dirty. Let me help you change into a clean one before you sleep."

Su Xia almost reverently peeled off Ning Qing's slightly dusty bathrobe, wiped his body clean, and then gently changed Ning Qing into a clean bathrobe.

Then he went to the bathroom, turned on the shower and let the water pour over his head, scrubbing every inch of his skin vigorously over and over again.

His entire body was rubbed red from the force, but he still didn't stop.

She kept muttering to herself, "My husband likes cleanliness, so I must wash myself clean. I can't let him be unhappy..."

After a long while, Su Xia finally let go of the skin on her body.

I took a bath towel and dried myself off.

He put on the same bathrobe, walked barefoot out of the bathroom, came to the bedside, and looked at the person on the bed with their eyes closed. A dull pain came over him. He clutched his heart in pain, squatted down, and finally curled up on the floor next to the bed.

An hour passed before the dull pain subsided.

He then got into bed, embraced Ning Qing, and gently kissed his forehead.

Good night, sir.

"Whenever you wake up, we'll get up together."

He held Ning Qing's body and lay quietly with his eyes closed.

For several days in a row, he neither ate nor drank, and just lay quietly in bed holding Ning Qing.

Seeing all this, the system became anxious, and Ning Qing became even more anxious.

Su Xia hadn't slept for several days and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep to rest.

Ning Qing pointed her finger and cast a dream-entering spell on Su Xia. As the name suggests, the dream-entering spell is a magic that allows one to enter another person's dream.

Ning Qing looked at her original female form, made a spell, and changed her face and figure to resemble the original body in this small world.

With everything prepared, I slowly entered Su Xia's dream.

Su Xia's dream was desolate. He sat quietly beside a dry well, his legs slightly bent, gazing into the distance, as if waiting for someone from the past to return...

Ning Qing stood behind him for a while, then slowly bent down and ruffled his dark hair.

"Who is Xia waiting for?"

Hearing the familiar voice and feeling the familiar touch on his head, Su Xia's eyes were filled with disbelief and surprise. He suddenly stood up, lunged forward, and hugged Ning Qing tightly, burying his head in the crook of Ning Qing's neck, inhaling her fragrance. Yes, that's right, this is her husband.

Her husband is back!!!

A feeling of joy instantly enveloped him. He was like withered grass turning green again, an old tree sprouting new buds in spring. He was completely renewed and brimming with youthful energy.

“Now that you’re back, sir, please don’t leave again.”

He spoke in a trembling voice, his hands unconsciously tightening their grip.