At first, she thought she might die here because she had a cold, and then she remembered how she had inexplicably ended up here in the modern world as well. Here, she knew no one, had no money, and couldn't even get enough to eat.
Now that she has a space, and life was finally starting to get better, she suddenly caught a cold. Who knows what kind of torment her soul would have to endure if she were to die again?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with sorrow, and I burst into tears.
The room was now bright, and Ye Lingyu was sitting to her right. If asked again why she was crying, how could she possibly admit that she had a cold and was afraid of dying from it, which was why she was crying out of fear?
Doesn't she have any pride?
"I didn't cry. It's just that I suddenly missed you."
Ye Lingyu frowned upon hearing this. Was this even reasonable?
Someone who's only been separated from you for a few hours, secretly coming to your bedside in the middle of the night crying, saying they're crying because they miss you—who would believe that?
Who's really out of their mind?
"Are you sick?" Ye Lingyu meant, "Have you lost your mind?"
To Cheng Qingyan, it meant, "I know you're sick."
So Cheng Qingyan jumped up from the wooden stake and vehemently denied it: "I didn't!"
Okay, Ye Lingyu understands.
The person who was exposed overreacted; she even knocked over the wooden stake when she stood up.
Cheng Qingyan also felt dizzy for a moment because she got up too quickly and her brain was not receiving enough blood.
Luckily, Ye Lingyu helped her up, otherwise she really would have been unsteady on her feet.
But why am I feeling even more dizzy and my mind is a bit foggy?
"I'm not sick, and I'm not going to die, so I'm not afraid!"
Ye Lingyu looked at the person lying on top of her, whose eyes were already closed, but whose mouth was still moving, muttering words that she couldn't hear.
Even through her clothes, I could feel that Cheng Qingyan's body temperature was alarmingly high; she had developed a high fever.
I was about to help her to her room to rest, but then I remembered the leaky roof and drafty walls of her room, and I changed my mind.
In the end, I could only help her to bed on my own bed, and by the light of the fire, I tore open an old garment and took a piece of cloth.
The only things they had to hold water in their house were buckets and a basin-like object made of earthenware.
Finally, Ye Lingyu carried the bucket into the house, put the torn rag into the bucket, wet it, and applied it to Cheng Qingyan's forehead.
After repeatedly wetting and changing her hands, they became cold and red.
Cheng Qingyan slept restlessly due to her high fever, muttering something to herself. Ye Lingyu listened intently, worried she might be thirsty, but instead heard her say things like "I didn't steal it, you're dead, no, Ye Lingyu," which were incoherent and didn't form a complete sentence.
Ye Lingyu had long since decided that Cheng Qingyan was no longer Cheng Qingyan, so she didn't react much when she heard these words.
She had no feelings for Cheng Qingyan before, and even disliked him.
After Cheng Qingyan died, she was buried as a way of repaying her for saving his life.
So, right after she determined that Cheng Qingyan was dead, she moved from the room with the dilapidated roof to the room that Cheng Qingyan had originally lived in.
That's why she felt a little guilty when she saw the dark figure after Cheng Qingyan woke her up by crying.
Sighing, Ye Lingyu thought, one should never do anything against one's conscience.
However, Cheng Qingyan is currently so ill that she's delirious with fever. If no measures are taken soon, she might become mentally impaired.
Ye Lingyu dug out a sealed jar of wine from the ground in the corner of the wall. She stroked the jar, feeling somewhat reluctant to part with it.
This was buried by her mother in the yard when she was seven years old, who said she would dig it up on her wedding day.
Ultimately, her mother did not live to see her get married.
On her wedding day, she carried this jar of wine in her arms as she married Cheng Qingyan. Her mother in heaven may or may not have seen it.
In the end, they opened the wine jar and poured out a bowl of wine.
Although she knew Cheng Qingyan was a woman, she still blushed a little when she actually undressed her.
Ye Lingyu took a cloth, soaked it in wine, and wiped Cheng Qingyan all over, from head to toe. She herself was covered in sweat from the effort.
How can this person be so weak? They only stayed in that room for a few days and they've already developed such a high fever.
When she wakes up, I must ask her why she didn't let a quilt fall from the sky. If she had, she certainly wouldn't have caught a cold and developed a high fever.
I spent the whole night applying cold compresses to Cheng Qingyan's forehead and wiping his body with alcohol. Finally, as dawn broke, I saw results.
It wasn't as hot as it had been at first, and Cheng Qingyan on the bed stopped grumbling and slept soundly.
Ye Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, put the opened bottle of wine away, and got up to fetch water and boil it.
When there's a sick person in the family, hot water is always needed, and they also need some extra nutrition.
After returning from fetching water, looking at the eggs in the rice jar, remembering the wine from Kaifeng, and then looking at the person lying down, he finally decided to cook the eggs to nourish Cheng Qingyan, who was weak.
Life and a healthy body are far more important than eggs and wine.
After putting the rice in the pot and the porridge boiled, Ye Lingyu first ladled out a bowl for herself before cracking an egg into the pot and adding a little bit of wine.
It's a pity there's no sugar, otherwise the porridge in this pot would taste even better.
Ye Lingyu smelled the aroma emanating from the pot and stirred the porridge in her bowl.
At least now we have rice porridge to eat, which is much better than eating wild vegetable soup every day before.
All of this was thanks to Cheng Qingyan, and there were also a few ginseng roots in the wild vegetable basket.
Thinking of those few ginseng roots, still on the ground in her house, she thought that once she sold them, she would definitely buy a piece of meat to eat.
The porridge in the pot was fully infused with the wine and egg drop soup, and its aroma wafted far and wide.
Ye Lingyu carried the whole pot into the house and placed it on the still-warm fire to keep it warm.
After all this work, it was already broad daylight, and the roosters in the distant village had been crowing for a while.
Cheng Qingyan was sleeping soundly, feeling as if something was pressing down on her, and she couldn't even move her fingers.
In the dream, the original owner, Cheng Qingyan, was chasing after her, asking why she had taken her body. She argued that she hadn't taken it, and she herself didn't know what had really happened.
But the original owner seemed to have gone mad, constantly choking her neck and demanding that she return her body to her.
Who wouldn't want to live? So Cheng Qingyan kept struggling. But she was too weak and had no strength.
A pair of hands flailed wildly in the air, trying to grab the original owner and push her away, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't hold on. She felt like she was about to suffocate.
Just then, a hand covered her forehead.
It's cool and refreshing, very comfortable.
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