"Rongshang, Rongshang..."
The man kept calling her name all night.
At that moment, Rong Shang lay beside him, her emotions complex and difficult to discern.
I don't know why he's so conflicted about this name.
Thinking to myself, they probably don't even know each other in the real world, right?
In the latter half of the night, he inexplicably developed a high fever.
Rong Shang poured him water and prepared fever-reducing patches for him.
I was up all night and couldn't get any sleep.
Morning arrived quickly.
Around six o'clock, Rong Shang lay down beside him again.
She fell asleep quickly.
In her dream, she came to a place where she met the person she wanted to see.
Many years later, the man's face remained unchanged.
He was still wearing his favorite white shirt and white trousers.
Holding a large pair of scissors, he stood in front of the flowerbed, trimming and pruning the flowers and plants below.
In the afternoon, the sunlight shone brightly on him, making the man appear to glow.
I wonder if they knew she was coming.
The man lowered his head and suddenly chuckled softly.
"You haven't said a word all day, do you know that?"
"Although I don't know what you're thinking, I feel a little sorry for you."
"Feeling sorry for me?" Rong Shang stared blankly at his profile, unable to help but ask, "Feeling sorry for me for what?"
The man laughed again, his hand holding the large scissors paused, and he raised his head, staring straight ahead.
"I don't know either."
"I just don't want you to be unhappy."
"My Chang'er, if I could, I would want to take the pain for you."
...
Do you know that I don't ask for anything right now? I just want you to come back.
Hot liquid slid down the corner of his eye.
A hand reached out and wiped it away for her.
She had no idea what was happening in her dream.
The man saw her suddenly tremble violently.
Swish, the next second she opened her eyes.
A white ceiling came into view.
Rong Chang's reddened eyes glistened with tears.
Hua Xichen paused for a moment, then subconsciously reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"..."
"Did you have a nightmare?" the man asked softly.
It whispered in her ear, pulling her back to reality.
Rong Shang's eyes flashed, and she slowly turned her head to look over.
The man before me had a furrowed brow.
He gazed at her with deep, passionate affection.
"What's wrong?"
She spoke again, leaning closer to him.
A soft little hand rested on his waist, and Hua Xichen's breath caught in his throat.
But she leaned in and kissed his lips.
Again and again, with meticulous tenderness.
The man's pupils widened; he was probably startled.
By the time he came to his senses, the woman had already stepped away from his embrace.
As the hype died down, he felt inexplicably empty inside.
When did you wake up?
After the kiss, she gradually regained her senses and returned to reality.
Rong Shang looked at him, smiled, and raised her hand to touch his forehead.
Great, the fever has gone down.
She switched to her usual demeanor in a second, which left Hua Xichen somewhat puzzled.
"you……"
I want to know why she did that?
She didn't say anything.
Hua Xichen watched as she lifted the covers and got out of bed.
She stretched.
Perhaps she noticed he was looking at her.
Rong Shang turned around and looked at him the next second, asking, "Why did you faint last night?"
The man paused for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know either."
I suddenly felt very dizzy and collapsed.
However, he was still curious, "Qi Yan, who is Rong Chang?"
When she heard her own name from his mouth again, Rong Shang's gaze paused.
A few seconds later she smiled, shook her head, and said, "How would I know?"
"That man has gone mad; you believe everything he says?"
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