The wind, carrying warmth, was already rustling the newly sprouted sycamore leaves outside the window, but the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa felt as if it were still stuck in the depths of winter.

Yu Jiuyuan huddled in the soft velvet quilt, her whole body curled up in a ball, her forehead stray hairs damp with cold sweat and stuck to her bloodless skin.

Her lips were bluish-white, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she occasionally let out a suppressed gasp.

That was the state of extreme pain, where even a complete groan was impossible.

Today is the third day.

Now she finds it difficult to even move a finger, and her consciousness is like cotton wool soaking in warm water, flickering between light and darkness.

Her phone vibrated a few times on the bedside table. She vaguely knew it was a message from the school, but she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes to look at it.

"Ugh..." Another sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. She curled up even tighter, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all. All her nerves were gripped by the churning, excruciating pain in her abdomen.

I don't know how much time passed, but I heard the sound of a key turning downstairs.

Yu Jiuyuan's eyelashes trembled, and a figure barely surfaced in her chaotic consciousness.

Is it Rong Shenghan?

He had an important student council meeting today, and she forced herself to send him a message this morning saying, "I'm fine, don't worry," so he must have just finished the meeting.

The footsteps approached from afar, pausing at the bedroom door as if afraid of disturbing the person inside.

A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure carrying the scent of spring sunshine walked in.

"Yuan Yuan?" Rong Shenghan's voice was extremely soft, but in the excessively quiet room, it still clearly reached Yu Jiu Yuan's ears.

He walked quickly to the bedside, and when he saw the person on the bed clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was even worse than when he left home that morning.

Her face was as white as paper, and even her neck had an unnatural bluish-green tinge. Her breathing was so shallow that her chest was barely rising and falling.

He reached out and touched her forehead, but his fingertips didn't feel the usual warmth; instead, they felt a cool, damp sensation.

"Why does it hurt so much?" His voice carried a panic he himself didn't realize. His fingertips slid down her cheek to her chin and gently pinched it. "Wake up, Yuan Yuan, look at me."

Yu Jiuyuan struggled to open her eyelids, her vision so blurry that she could only make out a rough outline.

She recognized the light gray shirt she had picked out on him, and made a faint, breathy sound in her throat, as if in response.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Rong Shenghan leaned down and brought his ear close to her lips. When he heard her whisper "Mmm," his heart felt like it was being squeezed by something.

He knew she suffered from menstrual cramps; he knew it from the first time she had her period after moving into the villa.

But in the past, she would at most look a little pale and would snuggle in his arms and ask for brown sugar water. This was the first time he had ever seen her in such pain that she was unconscious and unable to move.

He turned to call the family doctor again, but his wrist was gently pulled.

Yu Jiuyuan's strength was pitifully weak, her fingertips were icy cold, and she trembled slightly: "No... no need..."

"Be good." Rong Shenghan tried to break free, but was afraid of hurting her, so he softened his tone. "I'll have the doctor take a look, okay?"

She slowly shook her head, a hint of red appearing at the corners of her eyes, whether from pain or something else, it was hard to tell: "It's an old ailment... it'll get better after this..."

Before she could finish speaking, another sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. She gasped for breath, her grip on Rong Shenghan's wrist tightening abruptly until her knuckles turned white.

Rong Shenghan's heart clenched, and ignoring her resistance, he pressed the emergency call button on the bedside table.

The family doctor lives not far from the villa; it only takes ten minutes to get there.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed, carefully half-lifted her up, and let her lean against him.

With his other hand, through the thin nightgown, he gently placed it on her lower abdomen, slowly warming it with the warmth of his palm.

"Cold..." Yu Jiuyuan shrank into his arms, her voice barely audible.

Rong Shenghan simply took off his coat and wrapped it around her even tighter.

He looked down at the pale profile of the person in his arms, his nose almost touching the top of her head. He could smell the scent of her usual white tea shampoo, but now it was mixed with a heavy smell of cold sweat, making him feel suffocated.

He recalled that before he left home that morning, Xie Zhecheng had stopped him in the parking lot, his tone calm but with an undeniable insistence: "If she's not better by the afternoon, send us a message."

Even Yuan Xu, who is usually only interested in the laboratory, frowned and instructed, "Don't let her take too many painkillers, they'll upset her stomach. I had someone prepare some mild ointment and put it on the first shelf of her bedside table."

Even the usually arrogant Lin Yanran awkwardly interjected in the corridor: "...If it really doesn't work, just say I have an urgent matter with the student council and need to talk to her, so she can at least give me a reply."

They all knew she suffered from menstrual cramps and tacitly accepted each other's presence. Ever since the last time in the study, when the three men said in an almost desperate tone, "You be the big one, we'll be the small one," this delicate balance had been maintained.

They would take turns accompanying her and appear when she needed them, but they also tacitly adhered to the bottom line: no matter what happened during the day, she had to return to the master bedroom and Rong Shenghan's side at night.

Just like that day, she stayed in Xie Zhecheng's room for a long time. When she came back, she had a faint scent of cedar, which was Xie Zhecheng's usual scent.

When she crawled into his bed, he deliberately turned to face the edge of the bed and ignored her.

Then she wrapped herself around him from behind, her soft hands slipping inside his pajamas, her fingertips slightly cool, gently tracing his waistline.

"Are you angry?" Her voice was slightly hoarse from crying, and her breath was as sweet as orchids in his ear. "But I'm back now, aren't I?"

He didn't speak, so she intensified her kisses, sliding from his earlobe down to his neck, finally straddling him, looking down at him with that familiar, slightly mischievous smile in her eyes: "Then... how about I make it up to you?"

Thinking of this, Rong Shenghan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He lowered his head and kissed Yu Jiuyuan's sweaty forehead, his voice deep: "Next time you're in a lot of pain, don't hide it from me."

The person in his arms didn't respond, seemingly dazed from the pain again, but instinctively snuggled closer to him, like a small animal seeking shelter.

Rong Shenghan sighed softly, his fingertips brushing against the ring on her ring finger.

He could feel her favoritism towards him, like the river water that quietly overflows the banks in spring, silent yet already causing a great flood.

The doctor's footsteps could be heard downstairs. Rong Shenghan tightened his arms and held her more securely.

The wind was still blowing outside the window, and the shadows of the sycamore leaves swayed on the floor like dancing spots of light.

He looked down at the pale face of the person in his arms and silently said in his heart:

Yuan Yuan, get well soon.

Whether it's for those who are thinking of you at school, or for me.