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Ye Wenyu didn't know how long she had been ill. She was in a daze, and time, which had been rushing by, seemed to have suddenly turned a corner and come to a peaceful harbor. Her life of studying and working was far away. Later, she became more lucid. When she moved her eyes in bed, she could see a bright and luxurious room, green forests outside the window, and hear beautiful birdsong. But her consciousness was still fluctuating between clear and confused.
This time, she seemed to be very ill. After suffering for more than half a year, her body finally couldn't take it anymore and had a major outburst, rebelling against her abuse.
As the saying goes, "illness comes like a landslide, but goes like pulling silk," her body was always so weak that it felt like it was made of cotton, and she was lying in bed unable to move. It was as if she had lived in this house for a long time.
When she was lucid, she watched the sun rise in the east and set in the west day after day. In the morning, birds sang beautiful songs outside her window to welcome the new day. In the evening, birds returned to their nests, calling to each other as they went home.
She quietly felt time passing like water, unaware of how many days she had spent in a daze here.
My body can never fully recover; I feel like a puppet, needing external help to get out of bed.
All she knew was that this was Lin Tingfeng's home, his house. The house was large, beautiful, and luxurious, with gleaming mahogany floors, pink wallpaper, white furniture, and green trees outside the window, like a green ocean. The air was so fresh it seemed almost transparent, making her feel as if she were lying in a natural oxygen bar.
In her hazy consciousness, she sometimes saw a man examining her body with a doctor's stethoscope. The doctor was a middle-aged man, very gentle and polite. Sometimes he would put a thermometer in her mouth, and sometimes he would listen to her heartbeat through her clothes with the stethoscope. He was extremely respectful to Lin Tingfeng. Ye Wenyu guessed that he was the doctor Lin Tingfeng had hired. At first, the doctor came every day, then every few days, and eventually, he was rarely seen.
Sometimes she would see maids come to bathe her, change her clothes, and wash her face. It seemed like there was more than one maid. The next time she saw her, it was another maid who bathed and changed her clothes. She was like a soulless puppet, with no strength in her hands and feet, as if she were made of cotton, at the mercy of others. Sometimes she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes and look at the maid, let alone say a word of thanks.
During the worst days of her illness, she was afraid, worried that she had a terminal illness and was going to die.
Sometimes, she misses Lin Tingfeng terribly. When she sees him, she knows she is still alive, and a huge sense of security and peace washes over her like a tide, making her no longer afraid or panicked.
She was still coughing violently and had a high fever. She wished Lin Tingfeng were by her side. She thought she was going to die. Fate had been too cruel to her. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she was raised by a single mother. When she finally got into university at eighteen, her mother abandoned her, sold the house, and remarried, leaving her to face life alone. After struggling for half a year, she fell seriously ill and was on the verge of dying!
As she thought this, tears rolled down her cheeks one by one, like pearls.
She thought that if she died, she would die. At the moment of death, she would have the person she loved most by her side to see her off to this world. This was the only comfort she had while she was alive. So she especially missed Lin Tingfeng and hoped that he would be by her side at all times.
When he appeared at her bedside, she abandoned the shyness and reserve typical of girls before her illness, clinging tightly to his hand as if grasping at the last straw in the face of death. When he had to leave, she acted like an ignorant child, unable to speak and delirious, yet holding his hand tightly, shaking her head and shedding tears. Her thin yet beautiful face, large but lifeless eyes, crystal-clear tears, and paper-thin body always made him stop because of her reluctant expression, as if nothing was more important than her. Then, he would stay with her, treating her with tenderness and affection, until she could finally fall asleep peacefully.
However, when she woke up, she found that she did not see Lin Tingfeng, so she began to call his name, because she knew that even if her voice was very soft, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, he would definitely know. After several experiences, she found that as long as she tried to call his name, he would always appear quickly.
During her illness, she and he seemed to become the closest people in the world. He was like her lover, her relative, her family, her boyfriend, and her father. And she was like his child, the woman he loved most.
All of this was something she never dared to imagine before she fell ill. Even in the idyllic dreams she wove for herself, she never imagined that Lin Tingfeng would treat her so gently, so lovingly, and so affectionately.
When she was conscious, he helped her sit up on the bed, supported her waist with a pillow, and gently fed her porridge. He washed her face and applied skincare products himself, his movements as light as a warm spring breeze. He carefully combed her long hair, sometimes tying it into a ponytail and sometimes braiding it.
He gave her a great deal of patience and time to take care of her, and she knew that his time and energy were very precious.
Sometimes, when she was fully conscious, her large, empty eyes would gaze greedily at the green trees outside the window. He would immediately understand her meaning, bend down, hug her, carry her on his back, and walk her to the window. Sometimes, when she was tired of lying in bed every day, she would clench her small fists and pound the bed. He would then carry her around the room, and she would lie on his back like a child, quietly enjoying his fatherly care and affection. Sometimes she would smile silently because of the happiness she was enjoying; sometimes she would doubt that it was just a beautiful dream, that it couldn't be real. Thinking of the despair of reality, she would suddenly burst into tears, large tears rolling down her face like a heavy rain, sliding down his neck, and sometimes landing on his chest.
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