Ye Zhihan lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed. His thick, dark eyelashes made his face look even paler. Because of the fever, his face was stained with an unnatural blush, making his skin look even whiter than snow.
"Ye Zhihan, can I come and accompany you?" Ming Luo called softly.
"Mingluo, he can't hear your voice." Lingkongjing couldn't bear it.
"It's okay, I just want to see him." Ming Luo smiled. They had just crawled back from the brink of death. What else could they ask for? As long as they could see him alive now, they would be satisfied.
"Ajing, can I ask you for one more favor?" Mingluo sat beside Ye Zhihan, his eyes full of pity.
"You said, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do it!" Ling Kong Su said solemnly, his peach blossom eyes full of innocence.
"I want to move here and recuperate with Ye Zhihan. I'll feel much more at ease seeing him." Ming Luo said his thoughts directly.
Ling Kongsu's expectant eyes dimmed again. He pinched his finger joints, thought for a moment, and then responded, "Okay, then I'll arrange for another softie to come in for you."
Before long, Mingluo and Ye Zhihan were sleeping in the same room.
It was late at night and Ling Kongsu had already left. Before leaving, he sent a maid and a doctor to guard the outer room in case Mingluo needed them in any emergency.
Mingluo's soft couch was very close to Ye Zhihan's. She could smell the herbs on him and see his handsome face. She knew Ye Zhihan couldn't hear her, but she couldn't help but whisper to his sleeping face: "Ye Zhihan, please wake up soon, I'm so worried about you."
She leaned against the soft couch, looking at Ye Zhihan, and gradually fell asleep.
The little tiger appeared again in the dream. It jumped around and made Mingluo happy, gathering more spiritual power for her.
But ever since Ye Zhihan became bedridden, Mingluo has been plagued by nightmares every night and has almost never had a good night's sleep. Fortunately, the little tiger came to comfort her warmly, otherwise she really didn't know how she would have gotten through the long night.
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One month later.
With the nourishment of the little tiger's rich spiritual power, Mingluo's body recovered quickly. In just one month, she was able to get out of bed and walk around safely. Now, only the cold poison remained in her body.
Ming Luo had been cooped up in the room for too long, so she put on her clothes and went out for a walk. She took cautious steps, carefully observing the architectural style of the Dragon Clan, but unexpectedly her attention was attracted by a group of maids chatting in the garden.
"Young Master seems to be taking too much care of Miss Ming recently, right?"
"Miss Ming is a patient, and she seems to be the sister of the young master's best friend. It's only right that she be taken care of."
"But the young master clears the cold poison from Miss Ming's body every day and personally prepares medicine and diet for her. He doesn't seem to care much for the man lying in bed. Instead, he is only kind to Miss Ming. If you don't know, you would think Miss Ming is our young master's wife."
"Don't say that! Be careful if the boss hears you, or you'll be punished by cleaning the back mountain."
"I'm not talking nonsense. When has the young master ever cared so much about someone else? I've even seen him standing outside Miss Ming's door, feeling sad. I think Miss Ming is gentle and charming, and she's a good match for the young master's lively personality. It's a pity that Miss Ming is already taken."
Ming Luo stopped and listened to all these words. It turned out that Ling Kong Jing had done so much silently without her knowledge, and even caused a misunderstanding because of it.
As for the special care, these little girls probably misunderstood it, Mingluo shook his head silently.
"Mingluo, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a while." A clear and lively voice of a young boy from Lingkong Realm came from behind Mingluo.
When the maids heard that the young master was coming, they hurried over and saluted respectfully. While saluting, they secretly looked up at Ming Luo's expression, fearing that Ming Luo would hear what they had just said.
Ming Luo pretended to be calm and looked at Ling Kong Jing, smiled slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I asked someone to make a few sets of warm clothes for you. They are the most popular styles nowadays. You should go and try them on." Lingkongjing's eyes were full of anticipation. Those fabrics were carefully selected by him and they would definitely complement Mingluo's beauty.
Lingkongjing always felt that Mingluo's beauty was different from that of ordinary people. Although she looked melancholy, cold and fragile, he saw her perseverance and eccentricity under this cold cuteness. Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and they could directly capture people's souls.
If Mingluo had not experienced that life-and-death crisis, perhaps his personality would be much more lively?
So during this period of time, Lingkongjing has been trying his best to make Mingluo happy. He doesn't ask Mingluo to respond to him. He just wants to see Mingluo smile more.
"Thank you, Ajing." Mingluo smiled sweetly and walked slowly back to the room.
"I've told you so many times, don't say thank you to me. It's too awkward." Lingkongjing helped Mingluo up and walked through the corridor with her.
The maids who were discussing the young master's love affair just now saw this scene and immediately showed an expression of disbelief. It seemed that their young master had just fallen in love for the first time and he was really special to Mingluo!
Winter had just begun in the Suma Continent, but Lingkongjing had already made no less than ten sets of winter clothes for Mingluo, in various styles and colors, which showed his great care.
Ming Luo took out an ice-blue dress and a black dress from among the many clothes. The ice-blue was the color of Ye Zhihan's eyes, and the black was the color of Ye Zhihan's clothes. She said, "I only need these two sets. Don't spend too much."
"It's okay, it's just a few sets of clothes. I have plenty of money!" Lingkongjing smiled innocently.
After Mingluo went into the inner room and changed into an ice-blue dress, she praised with satisfaction, "Ajing, you have really good taste. Not only is the color beautiful, but the size is also just right."
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