Cheng Che's body was shaking a little, and he felt heavier and heavier.
"Cheng Che." Yun wanted to call him.
He ran his fingertips through her hair and rubbed the top of her head. He felt so heavy that he couldn't stand still, and it was obvious that he didn't want to talk anymore. But he still heard her call him and answered, "I'm here."
Yun wanted to look up.
Two figures were reflected in the window, and the raspberry cake stood out on the coffee table.
He held her tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as he opened his eyes.
This was the first time in the two months since coming to the Cheng family that Yun Xiang felt that Cheng Che had so clearly broken into his world.
Her world was desolate, and he brought everything back to life.
The boy was no longer an incomprehensible poem, but a vibrant palette. He painted her world with a riot of color, taking her to walk on clouds, sleep among the stars, and hide on the moon.
Yun Xiang's tears fell onto his clothes. She whispered softly and gently, "Cheng Che... I won't move."
She spoke, but Cheng Che didn't respond for a long time. He just held her in his arms, his hot breath on her neck, as if to burn her.
Yun Xiang accidentally touched his hand and found that his hand was extremely hot.
Following his hand upwards, the back of his hand rested on his forehead.
Yun Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and she called out tentatively, "Cheng Che?"
He's so hot.
My whole body is burning hot.
Yun Xiang hurriedly put Cheng Che on the sofa.
It goes without saying that he fell ill after running in the rain all night.
They say the rain in late autumn is the most biting and the wind chill is the most deadly!
Yun Xiang's heart suddenly clenched. As she reached for the medicine box, she scolded, "Cheng Che, you idiot...!"
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