An Nuan is sick.
I have a high fever.
Fu Yunshen called the doctor over.
Prescribed medicine.
He fed her himself.
She was in a daze the whole time.
Fu Yunshen was worried, so he stayed with her until her fever subsided. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel.
His movements were gentle.
After wiping her, I helped her change into pajamas.
Her small face, the size of a palm, rested on the snow-white pillow, looking so fragile that it was heartbreaking.
Fu Yunshen's warm fingertips gently stroked her delicate face. Glancing at the hair scattered on her cheek, he gently hooked it back behind her ear.
An Nuan slept uneasily, as her mother's death was always a knot in her heart.
She longed for family affection, but An Dehai's ruthlessness made her feel cold.
Therefore, she was exhausted and fell ill.
Fu Yunshen felt very distressed.
He leaned over and placed a kiss between her slightly frowned brows with his thin lips.
"An Nuan, don't be afraid, I'm here, I will always be with you!"
He looked at her with deep eyes.
As if sensing something, the wrinkles between An Nuan's brows were slowly smoothed out.
"Yun Shen, don't leave me, never..."
An Nuan followed the source of heat and found his warm chest. She leaned against his arms.
Fu Yunshen held her and coaxed her for a long time.
She was sick and he couldn't sleep well.
midnight.
An Nuan had a dry and sore throat due to a fever, so he went downstairs to pour her some warm water.
He fed her himself.
She was very noisy, but he was very patient.
Fu Yunshen hardly slept that night.
But he was satisfied in his heart.
Her unconscious dependence made him feel warm.
The wounds between them slowly healed.
The next day.
An Nuan woke up.
Fu Yunshen had just fallen asleep.
She knew that he had a fever yesterday. Perhaps because she had taken care of him all night, there was a dark shadow under his eyelids.
An Nuan looked at him tenderly for a few seconds, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She didn't wake him.
Fu Yunshen woke up and was shocked to find that he was the only one on the huge bed.
"An Nuan!"
Until he saw her in the restaurant downstairs.
He looked at it quietly for a while before opening the sliding door and going in.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
An Nuan was cooking millet porridge and smiled faintly when she heard this.
Fu Yunshen reached out and touched her forehead. It felt cool, and he felt relieved only when he was sure that the fever had subsided.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
He stared at her nervously with his dark eyes, fearing that something might happen to her.
Seeing him like this, An Nuan lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, pointing her soft white little finger at her flat belly, looking quite playful.
"I'm hungry, does that count?"
Fu Yunshen was both angry and amused, and raised his hand to pinch her upturned nose.
An Nuan took the opportunity to push him out of the kitchen.
"Go wash up, you can eat it soon!"
Fu Yunshen was not satisfied, so he bent down and stole a kiss on her face, then left contentedly.
The warm touch on her face was like an electric current running through her heart.
It feels numb and intoxicating.
An Nuan's lips curled up sweetly.
The sun is shining outside the window, spreading warmth all over the ground.
Time flies.
Three years later.
At the Starlight Awards.
Best Actress Awards Ceremony.
Qiao Ruochu stood on the stage in a red dress, holding a golden trophy in her hand.
She said many touching words.
The person she is most grateful to is An Nuan, because it was she who gave her the opportunity to stand on this stage.
An Nuan was listening in the audience, tears welling up in her eyes.
Afterwards, she submitted her resignation to Gu Nanting.
Looking at the resignation letter on the table, Gu Nanting tapped the table with his slender jade-like hands, his expression secretive.
Finally, he pulled his lower lip lightly.
No matter what, he hopes An Nuan is happy.
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