Accustomed to his domineering and commanding tone, Mingyao found this gentleness very uncomfortable, even unfamiliar.

Cool fingertips brushed against Mingyao's lips as she murmured, "It's good that you're alright..."

That gentle and tender gaze was like a jar of wine; Mingyao was intoxicated just by smelling its aroma.

He leaned on Mingyao's shoulder, his body growing heavier.

Pei Siyu fainted due to excessive blood loss. When the doctor handed the examination report to Mingyao, he was filled with emotion.

"His blood loss was nearing a dangerous level; if it were an ordinary person, they probably would have collapsed on the way."

But he brought Mingyao to the hospital and insisted on waiting for her test results.

Mingyao stared blankly at Pei Siyu, who was still unconscious, and said with a wry smile, "You really are a madman."

"How come I never noticed this before?"

In her past life, until her death, Pei Siyu was always cold and indifferent in her memory. Apart from work, nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

Mingyao spent a great deal of effort studying his preferences before she could finally get his attention.

And that was all they did was pay attention.

Throughout his life, Pei Siyu began to lose control and go mad because of her.

This is something Mingyao has always dreamed of; she should be happy.

But……

Mingyao laughed self-deprecatingly, her eyes welling up with tears: "I'm starting to get scared, what should I do?"

She was afraid that Pei Siyu would hate her after discovering it was a scam.

Mingyao didn't have the courage to imagine the future; every step she took now felt like a countdown.