Warm sunlight streamed through the pale blue sky, gently cascading onto the balcony like flowing water, dappling the space with soft, mottled light and shadow.
In a corner embraced by the golden morning light, Xiao Wujie sat quietly on a soft and comfortable sofa with a blanket covering his long legs.
Her pale skin appeared even more translucent under the caress of the sunlight, like a flower just awakening in the morning mist, exuding an indescribable charm despite her sickly appearance.
He took off his usual elegant suit and put on a loose, casual white hooded sweatshirt.
Sunlight danced on him, as if in conversation with the pure white of his hoodie, creating an atmosphere that was both warm and vibrant.
Her eyes blinked slightly beneath her fine, dark hair, her eyelashes casting soft shadows that added a touch of languor and nonchalance.
At this moment, he was no longer the enigmatic and aloof jade-faced demon, but rather a young man who had stepped out of a time tunnel, carrying a purity and freedom that transcended worldly affairs.
Not far from him, Lu Zhufeng, Lin Qingyi, Yun Mo, Chu Wan and others sat around the dining table, their cheerful laughter occasionally ringing out, filling the originally quiet and cold manor with life.
"My dear master, won't you come and have something to eat?"
“Miss Chu hired a Michelin three-star chef team specifically for you, but you, the main character, are getting thinner and thinner, and all the fat is going to us.”
Afraid that he would be lonely sitting alone on the balcony, Lu Zhufeng deliberately teased him loudly.
He can't eat any of your food.
Before Xiao Wujie could answer, a cold and indifferent voice rang out at the opportune moment.
Chu Liyue gracefully carried a bowl of hot soup out of the kitchen, giving Lu Zhufeng a silent, cold glance that startled him into immediately shutting his mouth.
In the end, he only dared to glare at Chu Liyue's slender and alluring back, muttering:
"It was just a comment, 'You're a real culprit!'"
Yunmo chuckled: "Old Lu, don't be afraid, speak louder~"
Seeing this, Lu Zhufeng wanted to roll up his sleeves and teach him what it meant to respect elders and care for the young, but when he saw Yun Mo silently call out "Master's wife," he could only glare at him helplessly and sullenly eat rice to relieve his sadness.
Yunmo couldn't help but let out a soft hum: "Men, cry~ cry~ it's not a sin~"
This immediately drew laughter from everyone.
Ignoring the commotion and laughter behind her, Chu Liyue walked straight to Xiao Wujie's side, her eyes gleaming with a subtle light.
After placing the soup on the small table to the side, she gracefully sat down next to Xiao Wujie, gently reaching out to embrace him. Her red lips brushed against his ear, her cool voice carrying a hint of intoxicating tenderness.
"Sweetie, are you feeling better?"
"Um……"
Xiao Wujie gently rested his head on her shoulder, his face pale with illness, and murmured softly.
"Be good, it'll be over soon."
Her fingertips gently caressed his sickly, haggard face. Chu Liyue glanced at the soup on the table, her eyes flickered slightly, and she asked in a soft voice:
"Would you like to eat something?"
Xiao Wujie's appetite was always very poor during his illness. Because many medications irritated his stomach and intestines, he would easily vomit after eating. Even the most delicious food was hard to swallow, and he could only eat some liquid food at most. This made him even less willing to eat.
Looking at the bowl of fragrant medicinal soup, Xiao Wujie frowned slightly, but in order to recover quickly and not worry Chu Liyue, he obediently hummed in agreement.
Seeing this, Chu Liyue's eyes flashed with tenderness. She gently stroked his head twice, then pulled the small table closer, put one arm around him, and used the other hand to bring the soup to his lips with a spoon.
The rich aroma of medicine swirled in his mouth. Having spent his days drinking herbal medicine, the nauseating taste made Xiao Wujie frown slightly.
After feeding him half a bowl, Chu Liyue felt really bad. She then fed him the remaining half bowl herself.
The aroma of medicine lingered between their lips and teeth. Chu Liyue skillfully pried open his teeth with her tongue, gently nourishing him with the sweet fragrance of her own mouth.
After a long while, their lips parted suddenly, leaving a silver line at the corner of their mouths. Xiao Wujie leaned against her shoulder, his chest heaving, his breathing disordered.
Chu Liyue gently stroked his back with one hand and took out a handkerchief from her pocket with the other, affectionately wiping his mouth clean.
She carefully tucked the blanket around Xiao Wujie's legs, wrapped her arms around his waist, held his hands in her warm palms to warm them, and then quietly embraced him, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on her body.
Her clear, mature voice was imbued with gentleness and a hint of laughter.
"My dear, your eighteenth birthday is coming soon."
Did my sister stay with me?
"certainly."
Is there anything you want?
"elder sister."
"..."
Two captivating figures embraced tenderly in the golden sunlight, sharing a passionate kiss—a scene so beautiful it was almost too beautiful to disturb.
In the brightly lit laboratory
Lin Qingyi, dressed in a fitted light blue cheongsam, sat elegantly to the side, her eyes intently fixed on the stove in front of her, from which wisps of smoke rose.
With a creak, the laboratory door was pushed open, and Ye Jinyu, tall and handsome, stepped in.
"If you only sleep four or five hours a day like this, and spend the rest of your time either refining medicine or studying medical cases, your body won't be able to take it."
Ye Jinyu glanced at her with a complicated expression and spoke softly.
He discussed with Lin Qingyi for a long time and finally came up with a plan that could delay Xiao Wujie's condition and alleviate his pain to the greatest extent possible.
Using ingredients with milder effects from the amnesia reagent as raw materials, and through careful calculation and formulation, a simplified version of the reagent with minimal harm to Xiao Wujie's body was created. Lin Qingyi then used the alchemy techniques of traditional Chinese medicine to make pills, which served as a special medicine to suppress the symptoms and relieve pain when the disease occurred.
Since finalizing this plan, Lin Qingyi has been working day and night on it, even ruining several alchemy furnaces in the process.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyi merely glanced back at him, gave a faint smile, shook her head slightly, and remained silent.
She was Xiao Wujie's personal physician, and no one knew his physical condition better than her.
She can't wait.
Ye Jinyu's eyes flickered slightly as he gazed at her with an even more complex expression.
Under the soft light, she looked beautiful, wearing an elegant light blue cheongsam, like the fresh green leaves after a spring rain in Jiangnan, gently wrapping her figure.
The cheongsam was embroidered with several magnolia buds that were about to bloom, appearing and disappearing with her soft breathing. Her hair was tied up high, with a few strands of black hair falling over her shoulders, which added to her classical charm.
His eyes, as deep as a lake under the night sky, were now intently fixed on the stove in front of him, from which wisps of smoke were rising.
"Why not be brave and give it a try?"
"Is it really worth it?"
After a long silence, Ye Jinyu spoke with a complicated expression.
Lin Qingyi simply lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing.
value.
She simply no longer has the right to love...
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