In the middle of the night, Nan Xian developed a fever again, without any warning.
This time, she didn't even have time to cry for help. It seemed like only a moment had passed before everything went black and she lost consciousness.
He Mingxiao stood guard outside her room, a mini lamp clipped to his laptop, working overtime to handle company affairs.
At three in the morning, his phone screen lit up automatically. He drank a cup of coffee to suppress his drowsiness and glanced at the direction of the bed.
Nan Xian lay quietly, one of her hands sticking out from under the covers, her fingers gently hooking the corner of the blanket.
He Mingxiao watched for a while with a smile, then suddenly thought of something and his expression changed drastically.
The computer crashed to the floor with a loud bang, and the screen went black. He ignored the employee on the other end of the video call who was still chattering on about the month's overseas performance and rushed to the bedside.
He grasped Nan Xian's hand, which was burning hot.
"Doctor!" he cried out desperately.
However, he couldn't hear any sound he made; the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment, and time stopped flowing—
Nan Xian, lying on the bed, slowly turned her head and opened her eyes.
Her eyes were bloodshot, with a rose-like shimmer at the corners, and her gaze was watery and alluring.
"It's you, young scholar—we've finally met again..."
She giggled, staring intently at him. Suddenly, her hair twitched slightly, revealing a pair of fluffy red ears.
He Mingxiao's mind went blank, as if he had been struck by an acupuncture point; his expression froze and his limbs stiffened.
She beckoned with her finger, and he moved closer to her uncontrollably.
The heavy blanket had disappeared at some point, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body as soft as water, pressing against him.
Her delicate nose gently brushed against his chin, as if drawing strength from it. Nan Xian's beautiful fox-like eyes slowly narrowed, and a satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
"I miss you so much......"
He Mingxiao's eyes regained their light. He gazed at her intently for a long time, then leaned down and kissed her deeply.
Skin to skin, breath to breath, the sweet fragrance like a giant net, weaving the two into a tender, hazy dream.
**
Nan Xian had a very long dream.
In her dream, she was initially walking aimlessly through a mountain forest.
The forest was quiet; there were no insects chirping, no birds singing, and not even the sound of flowing water could be heard. It was so quiet that it felt as if she were the only person there.
She didn't know where she was going, but she had a vague feeling that she was going to find someone.
Soon, she got tired, so she leaned against a small tree to rest, tilted her head, and drifted off to sleep.
The leaves of the sapling rustled in the wind. A withered yellow leaf fell from the branch, swayed in the air for a moment, and landed on the tip of her fluffy ear.
She woke up with a start, opened her eyes, and saw only white light.
The snow, as white as goose feathers, draped the mountains and forests in a pure white coat.
She suddenly realized that it was springtime, when the grass and trees were lush, before she fell asleep, but now it was deep winter.
She shook off the snow and turned to look at the small tree she had once nestled in—no, it was now a large tree.
With its thick trunk and dense canopy, it is no longer afraid of storms and rain. Even in such weather, under the thick blanket of snow, one can still find a few patches of verdant green.
She smiled, silently sending it her blessings in her heart, then turned and continued her search.
Spring came and autumn went, cold and heat passed, she walked through countless days and nights, and the creatures in the mountains and forests grew more and more under her witness...
One day she woke up to find that she had smooth skin, long limbs and smooth hair, so she decided to stop for the time being.
With a wave of her hand, a wooden house instantly rose up on the grass in front of her. With another flick of her finger, several vines grew from the ground, climbing up the roof of the wooden house and blooming with beautiful flowers.
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