Huo Jiayuan was familiar with this place, at least much more so than the bodyguards.
For some reason, the people behind him hesitated and didn't follow once they reached the street corner. Huo Jiayuan took this opportunity to shake them off.
She first ran to that small convenience store, and after turning a few corners, she arrived at Meng Yan's place.
Huo Jiayuan, downstairs, spotted Zhao Ashuang hurrying by.
"Yuan Yuan?" Zhao Ashuang was both surprised and delighted to see her, but then became wary. She pulled her behind her, looked around, and whispered, "Is no one following you?"
"No!" Huo Jiayuan was out of breath from running. "How is Meng Yan? Did Xiao Rong come looking for him?"
"Xiao Rong?"
Zhao Ashuang paused for a moment, then shook her head.
"Xiao Rong didn't come, but Brother Yan is definitely not doing well..."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Before fighting Luis, his old injury hadn't healed. This victory was hard-fought, with new injuries piling up on top of old ones, and he..."
Huo Jiayuan rushed into Meng Yan's house without regard for anything else.
Meng Yan lay on the bed with a high fever, his bare upper body wrapped in bandages, which were soaked with blood.
His wound reopened and became infected, which caused his fever.
Huo Jiayuan's tears welled up instantly, and she gently walked to his side.
Zhao Ashuang patted her shoulder, gave a wry smile, and said, "He would be very happy if he knew you were here."
"I think……"
"You stay here," Zhao Ashuang decided for her. "I'll go out and buy some food and bring it to you. You stay with him!"
Huo Jiayuan nodded and took Meng Yan's hand.
He had a persistent high fever, so she stayed up all night watching over him. She fed him medicine, changed his bandages, gently supported his body, and leaned against him.
She hugged him, tears streaming down her face.
The moonlight, as white as frost, shone on people, dispelling the daytime heat. Huo Jiayuan looked out the window and saw Xiao Rong leading his men, searching the area.
Even if she didn't have her phone with her, Xiao Rong could easily find out her location.
Huo Jiayuan clenched her fist tightly.
She recalled that it had always been like this since she was a child. No matter where she went, Xiao Rong was always the first person to find her.
At one point, she went through a rebellious phase of adolescence, and what she wanted most to break free from was the constraints of her family and the bodyguards who followed her around every day.
But it was as if there was a barrier around her.
No matter how far she ran, Xiao Rong always managed to pull her back and safely deliver her to her family...
She relied on Xiao Rong, but to some extent, what she wanted to break free from was not just the constraints and bodyguards, but also him.
Huo Jiayuan took a deep breath and brought her thoughts back.
She suddenly saw the figure searching for her stop.
Xiao Rong stopped downstairs, with his back to the window. He seemed to sense that she was watching him, but he did not turn around.
Huo Jiayuan's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she quickly drew the curtains.
During that period of silence, she could hear the pounding of her own heart. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly lifted the curtain again and looked out through a small crack. There was no one left in the courtyard.
“Yuan Yuan…”
A hoarse voice came from the room.
Huo Jiayuan rushed over. Meng Yan was delirious with fever, her eyes half-open and half-closed. She licked her dry lips and kept calling her name.
“Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan…”
“I’m here!” Huo Jiayuan grasped his hand.
Meng Yan turned his face away, and in the dim light, he couldn't tell if it was a dream.
"How are you feeling?" Huo Jiayuan touched his head; it was still burning hot.
"This can't go on! What if the fever causes other problems?" she cried anxiously. "Let me take you to the hospital!"
Meng Yan struggled to open his eyes, and when he saw her clearly, he smiled like a child.
Even if this is a dream, it's a beautiful dream.
“No need to go to the hospital.” He reached out and squeezed her small hand in his palm. “This has happened before, I can get through it.”
“Meng Yan…”
"Stay with me." He spoke weakly, his words broken. "Yuan Yuan...don't go."
Huo Jiayuan nodded vigorously.
She nodded, and tears fell onto the back of his hand.
"Would you like to stay with me forever?"
"Um..." she choked up, unable to speak.
"Yuan Yuan," he closed his eyes, perhaps too exhausted, speaking incoherently and vaguely, "I have a secret to tell you. Don't go, I'll tell you slowly."
"Um!"
"I won't hide anything from you... I, I'll definitely tell you the truth..."
Meng Yan tilted his head, coughed violently a few times, and then fell into a deep sleep again.
Huo Jiayuan shook him with tears streaming down her face, then lay down beside his bed and cried.
She found a cool towel and placed it on his forehead, then hurriedly fed him fever-reducing medicine. His clothes were soaked with sweat, so she found clean clothes for him to change into.
After tossing and turning all night, Huo Jiayuan, utterly exhausted, leaned against the bedside and fell into a deep sleep as dawn broke.
...
When Huo Jiayuan woke up again, she found herself lying in bed, and Xiao Rong's worried eyes met her gaze.
She was startled and quickly got up, but her vision went black and she fell heavily back onto the bed.
"Miss, please stop torturing yourself!"
Xiao Rong's voice was stern, filled with worry and anger.
Where is Meng Yan?
Xiao Rong glanced at her, his lips trembling with anger.
"If you don't tell me, I'll go back and find it myself!" she said, and started to jump out of bed.
Xiao Rong grabbed her and practically yelled, "He's safe! He's in the hospital, he's already had a fever-reducing injection, he'll be fine soon!"
Huo Jiayuan stared at him blankly.
“But you…” Xiao Rong gritted his teeth.
He didn't say the rest.
No matter how much you say, it's useless; no matter how angry you are at her lack of ambition, it won't change her mind.
Xiao Rong could only suppress his anger. He had endured it all these years, why should he care about Meng Yan?
But it was this Meng Yan who made him feel threatened for the first time in all these years, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"You've lost weight these past few days." Xiao Rong brought over some lean meat porridge and vegetables. "Eat a little something. You're taking care of him, but you also need to take care of yourself."
"I..." Huo Jiayuan asked softly, "What's wrong with me?"
"I heard from Zhao Ashuang that you fainted at Meng Yan's house," Xiao Rong replied calmly. "He found you first and then notified me. So I brought you back."
Huo Jiayuan held the spoon and gently stirred the white porridge, her mind completely in turmoil.
She remembered that last night, Xiao Quan's voice was hoarse as he told her not to leave, and that he would tell her everything and never hide anything from her again...
But he didn't say anything.
"Yuan Yuan," Xiao Rong sighed, "we should go back."
"Um?"
Xiao Rong looked into her eyes and told her, word by word, "We must leave here; it's time to go home!"
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