Song Xiwei put on her shoes under Aoqian's expectant gaze.
But Aoqian still showed no intention of speaking. "Hey, Young Master, are you going to renege on your promise? We agreed on this."
Aoqian lowered his head even further when asked the question.
"That's really interesting. You're being too strange. Could it be that Young Master has found a new companion outside, and that's why he's become estranged from me?" Song Xi asked uncomfortably.
Aoqian retorted quickly this time, "There's no one else, no one, don't talk nonsense."
Meeting Shang Aoqian's eager rebuttal, Song Xi slightly curved her lips, "Then explain yourself, why are you behaving so unusually?"
"I...I think I'm having a relapse," Aoqian said casually.
"A relapse?" Song Xiwei suddenly tensed up. "Do you have a pre-existing condition?"
Aoqian: "..." It's because Song Xiwei keeps asking, and if he doesn't give her an explanation, he won't have a moment's peace all night.
Aoqian could only nod, "Yes, it's very troublesome, the kind that can't be cured."
"Besides making you feel strange, does this old ailment have any other adverse effects?" Song Xi looked at Ao Qian with concern.
Even she herself didn't realize how conflicted and heartbroken she was when she looked at Aoqian.
It was as if she wished she could take all of this upon herself.
"I don't know either." Afraid that Song Xiwei would continue to ask questions, Aoqian lowered his head and said, "After the onset of the illness, I don't remember what I did during the onset. For example, why I went to drink alone, why I suddenly had a nosebleed, and... I can't remember why I'm in this state now."
Song Xiwei: "!!!" Such a thing is unbelievable!
Song Xi pondered the events surrounding Ao Qian's "illness," which seemed truly inexplicable and started without any warning.
It seems I really misunderstood him. I clearly have a strange illness, but I still misunderstood him and thought he didn't trust me.
With a face full of guilt, Song Xiwei said to Aoqian, "Young Master, you should have told me sooner, then I could have been more understanding of you."
Aoqian raised his head and looked at Song Xiwei's concerned gaze. "You...you won't dislike me?"
“When Shaojun had an attack, he was just acting strangely. Now that I know the truth, I’m so worried about you, how could I possibly despise you?” Song Xiwei said, pulling Aoqian’s hand and making him sit down.
"I'll go get you some hot water. You need to take a nice hot bath to get rid of the cold. Wait for me here."
Song Xiwei hurriedly fetched hot water and personally pushed Aoqian to the bath tub.
Before Ao Qian even went down, he smelled a delicate fragrance.
He suddenly realized that this wooden bucket was the one Song Xiwei had always used...
He always used ordinary cleansing spells and never used the wooden tub.
This is a wooden bucket that carries the scent of Song Xiwei.
Just thinking about it made Aoqian feel like he was about to get a nosebleed at any moment.
Afraid of losing face in front of Song Xiwei, Aoqian quickly composed himself.
Song Xiwei asked, "Would you like me to scrub your back?"
Perhaps because she knew that Aoqian had contracted a strange illness, Song Xiwei looked at Aoqian with a compassionate gaze, as if she were saving all living beings.
When Aoqian heard the sound of rubbing his back, the image of Song Xiwei's hand on his back flashed through his mind. This was really bad. His nostrils felt hot, and blood started flowing out again.
Seeing that Aoqian was covering his nose with his hand and there was a bloody smell in the air, Song Xiwei realized that Aoqian had fallen ill again without warning.
"Get out!!" Ao Qian said urgently, his back to Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei was afraid that if Aoqian had a relapse and no one was around, something might happen. "Where do you feel unwell? Tell me, do you want me to transfer some spiritual energy to you?"
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