After Song Qingyou finished drinking the water, her mind started working.

Judging from Fu Wenzhou's reaction and state, he had probably been unconscious for a long time.

"How many days have I been asleep?"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse: "Five days."

Five days?

Song Qingyou was utterly shocked!

She felt like she had just taken a nap.

So, Fu Wenzhou was like this because he had taken care of her for five days without taking off his clothes.

She raised her hand to touch his face, but Fu Wenzhou grabbed it mid-air.

He wanted to hold her tightly, yet he rubbed her gently, as if afraid of hurting her, or as if afraid she would disappear.

God knows how he got through these past few days.

If it weren't for the fact that her bodily functions were all normal, and Yun Nian also said that her condition was improving, he probably wouldn't have been able to persevere at all.

Song Qingyou felt a little weak, probably because she hadn't eaten for several days. She had been given some medication to maintain her bodily functions. She moved to the side, which took some effort.

Fu Wenzhou tensed up instantly: "Don't move!"

Song Qingyou chuckled, "I'm fine, really."

Fearing he wouldn't believe her, she added, "I can clearly feel that I feel much more relaxed now, as if something that was blocking my body has dissipated."

"Why don't you come up and get some sleep first? Don't let me be fine while you get sick from staying up all night." She spoke weakly. She hadn't felt it when she first woke up, but now all her senses were clear, and a feeling of hunger was rising.

Before she could finish speaking, her stomach growled a few times.

She raised her eyes and met Fu Wenzhou's astonished gaze.

"Uh, I'm a little hungry," she said awkwardly.

A smile gradually spread across Fu Wenzhou's eyes.

She has never had a good appetite; even when she does eat, she gets full after only a few bites. Moreover, she is usually very patient and rarely complains of being hungry.

It seems they were really starving.

Fu Wenzhou gently kissed the corner of her lips. "Wait for me a moment, I'll have someone bring it over."

He made a phone call, and in less than half an hour, Fu Nan brought him a steaming bowl of porridge and a few light side dishes.

The aroma wafted over, and Song Qingyou's mouth watered.

Fu Wenzhou knew she was in a hurry, so he ladled out a bowl of porridge, blew on it to cool it down a bit, and then brought it to her lips.

Although Song Qingyou was hungry, she did not wolf down her food; she ate in small, elegant bites.

Watching her eat the porridge bite by bite, Fu Wenzhou finally felt relieved and more satisfied than ever before.

Yun Nian was sleeping in the next room. Hearing the noise, she rushed over and waited until Song Qingyou finished eating before coming over to take her pulse.

A short while later, he let go of her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's fine physically, just a bit drowsy as a side effect of the medication." Yun Nian was also a little scared. "She'll take the medication a few more times, and once the first course of treatment is over and her condition has stabilized, we can move on to the second stage of treatment."

Fu Wenzhou stared intently at Song Qingyou and hummed in response.

Yun Nian patted his shoulder like a little adult and comforted him, "Don't worry, with me here, Sister Qingyou will definitely be fine."

He yawned and walked back to the bedroom.

This is the hospital's largest VIP ward, which has two lounges, a small living room, and a dining room.

Song Qingyou had eaten most of her food and had regained some of her strength.

She couldn't help but chuckle at Fu Wenzhou's cautious manner.

He patted the spot next to him and said, "Come up and rest for a while."

She didn't let him sleep in the room next door because she knew he wouldn't go, and even if he did, he wouldn't sleep well.

She might as well keep him by her side; she could look at him, and he could look at her.

Looking at the relaxed smile on her lips, Fu Wenzhou felt a lump in his throat. He turned his head away, coughed, and stood up, saying, "I'm going to take a shower first."

These past few days, he hasn't dared to close his eyes even for a moment, for fear that if he loses his focus, she will disappear.

After quickly showering and shaving, he lay down beside her, still damp from the water.

He gently pulled the person into his arms; only then did he feel that part of his heart was full.

"Youyou, please don't scare me like that again."

God knows how terrified he was when he finished his business that day, returned to the bedroom, and saw her lying face down on the bed, half of her body hanging off the edge, seemingly unconscious.

At that moment, he realized what it meant for the sky to have fallen.

He had seen her fall in front of him far too many times, and the sight of that image had instilled in him a deep-seated fear.

The needles in Song Qingyou's hand had been removed. She gently stroked the man's back, as if comforting a wounded beast.

At this moment, he looked pitiful and vulnerable, with not a trace of the dignity that once belonged to Young Master Fu.

It didn't resemble the fearless mad dog that others described; rather, it looked like a disheveled big dog.

Song Qingyou's heart ached with heartache.

This man suffered countless hardships while following her.

He used to be so unrestrained.

Everyone said they had a noose around her neck, but no one knew how many times she wished he would like someone else.

Doesn't she fear death?

I wasn't afraid before, but I became afraid later.

The reason is simple: I'm afraid I can't cure him, and he'll break down.

No one in this world loved her more than him.

Including herself.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to be extremely tired and fell asleep quickly.

In her sleep, his arms remained wrapped around her waist, as if he were stubbornly fighting against death to save her life.

...

Fu Wenzhou slept until the next day.

Then, that afternoon, Song Qingyou was discharged from the hospital.

Fu Wenzhou followed closely behind her, as if afraid that she would be blown away by the wind.

Song Qingyou didn't say much.

Once in the car, she snuggled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Fu Wenzhou froze, his mind still reeling, before his hands had already encircled her.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

He didn't realize that his Youyou was clinging to him; he just thought she wasn't feeling well, and his heart jumped into his throat with anxiety.

Song Qingyou said, "I'm not feeling unwell, I just want you to hug me."

Her tone was cool and aloof, without much variation, and certainly not in a coquettish way.

But every word struck Fu Wenzhou hard in the heart.

It feels like you've raised a beautiful, aloof kitten with all your heart, and then one day, she suddenly starts clinging to you and acting all cute.

Fu Wenzhou couldn't resist pinching his own face hard, turning his handsome face bright red.

Song Qingyou: "...What are you doing?"

Fu Wenzhou said expressionlessly, "Let's see if I'm dreaming."