Sick.
Ji Wenxu stood still, and the little maid lifted the curtain and went in. The bitter smell of medicine still lingered in the air, seeping into the corners of his clothes, and lingered for a long time.
Why did you get sick?
His heart felt like it was being hit lightly by a small hammer suspended in the air. It wasn't painful, but it made him panic.
Ji Wenxu thought of Yu Huan's fragile eyes and eyebrows, and recalled what he said to her in front of the window yesterday, and he had a rough answer in his heart.
Blame him.
Even though he knew she was not feeling well, he still made her stand in front of the window.
Ji Wenxu paced back and forth outside the warm room, almost melting the snow under his feet, then he seemed to have thought of something and walked away quickly.
.
Yu Huan was sick and almost drowned by the bitter medicine. He felt that life was hopeless.
The old lady stayed with her for a whole day out of concern. Mrs. Zhao asked several doctors to see her, but they all said the same thing: she was born weak and there was no cure, so she could only be nursed back to health.
While waiting for someone to take charge of the shop, Mr. Zhao still ran to Yu Huan three or four times, still worried.
Zhao Mingyan and Zhao Minghe also wanted to come, but they were disrespectful and were afraid that Yu Huan would catch a cold again, so the maids stopped them.
Even though it's uncomfortable, it will get better eventually.
After a few more days, when Yu Huan could hardly taste anything, he finally felt better.
Although he looked tired and his black hair was disheveled, he coughed less often.
The sky in the warm room cleared up again.
Ji Wenxu was also allowed to come in to visit.
He was already a regular customer here, and no one was worried. Just then, a little maid went to heat up the medicine, and another little maid went to get something.
For a moment, they didn't pay much attention to the things he brought, and had to ask him to take care of their master.
Ji Wenxu walked into the house.
She lay on the soft pillow with her black hair spread out. Because the room was too hot, the quilt was pulled down a little, so her thin and slender back wrapped in a snow-white nightgown was exposed.
She seemed awake.
Ji Wenxu walked closer and saw her soft white face pressed against the pillow, her dark eyelashes like fragile butterflies, blinking occasionally.
She was staring at a point of light in the window.
It's rare to see a sister like this, quiet and fragile, with none of her usual fierceness, which instead easily arouses people's desire to destroy her.
Ji Wenxu's breathing slowed down after seeing this. He turned his head away and corrected his thoughts in his mind.
This is beautiful, but Ji Wenxu still likes his sister's original appearance, at least she is lively.
After finally adjusting himself, he curled up his lips into a smile and wanted to call her sister.
Yu Huan noticed someone coming over and thought the medicine was ready. He was so annoyed that he threw the pillow to the ground and said in a stern tone: "I told you I don't want to take the medicine."
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