"...The Ji family was once a wealthy family. Look at this young master of the Ji family. He is a good person, well-educated, and more importantly, talented. Otherwise, why would Master Sun invite such a priceless scholar to the academy just for this Ji Wen Xu?"
"He's destined to be a high-ranking official in the future. I think he's quite good."
Mrs. Zhao spoke eloquently and winked at Yu Huan, asking her to think it over carefully.
In the script, the original owner changed his attitude towards Ji Wenxu because of his mother's words.
It was just that Yu Huan still felt a little uncomfortable listening to this kind of topic that was similar to urging marriage. She couldn't help but act like a spoiled child and hugged Mrs. Zhao's waist and said, "Mother, I'm still young..."
"You're still young." Madam Zhao couldn't help but poke her forehead. "If you were born in a poor family, you would have been married and had children by now. It's because your family dotes on you that you always treat yourself like a child."
This was in ancient times, so what Mrs. Zhao said made sense.
But Yu Huan covered his ears and refused to listen.
Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to obey her.
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After finally sending the person away, Yu Huan hadn't even breathed a sigh of relief when a tall and handsome figure appeared in front of the door.
The shadow stretched out diagonally, almost covering her.
It was almost dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his profile. He was facing away from the light, with a smile on his handsome face.
"When did you come?" Yu Huan was a little confused.
Ji Wenxu thought for a moment and said, "Since my aunt asked me why I always come to your place."
Didn't that mean I listened to it from beginning to end?
Ji Wenxu was more familiar with this place than his own room. He naturally found a seat and sat down in front of Yu Huan.
A cheerful smile formed between his brows, and he suddenly leaned towards Yu Huan, saying with a hint of pride, "Auntie seems to like me quite a lot."
Yu Huan's alarm bells rang loudly, and he blurted out, "What's the point of her liking it?"
Ji Wenxu said "Oh", looked at her, and silently withdrew himself.
She gets easily irritated when she's shy.
However, the plot at this time is when she changes her mind and begins to love the male protagonist.
It seemed like she should accept it.
Yu Huan sat there, counting on his fingers and thinking.
Ji Wenxu watched from afar and always felt that she seemed to have had a quarrel with herself. One side was the shy side of her, and the other was the rational side of her.
I don’t know who won and who lost the argument.
She reached out to grab the cup absentmindedly, but didn't see Ji Wenxu's hand on the table. She groped and grabbed his fingers, her face changed in shock.
She panicked and threw Ji Wenxu's hand, which was placed on the table, aside and asked, "You touched me?"
The one who seemed to be shy still won the argument.
Ji Wenxu covered his innocent injured hand and thought.
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On the surface everything seems normal, but something has changed.
For example, from then on, Ji Wenxu no longer called her sister, but only called her Huanhuan.
No matter how long or short Huanhuan was, when she heard the sound and looked over, he was always looking at her.
The boy's eyes are bright and gentle, and his heart is sincere and obvious.
It was a bit awkward at first, but over time, Huanhuan gradually got used to it.
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But at the beginning of autumn, Yu Huan suddenly fell ill.
For no apparent reason, I started coughing again.
I couldn't sleep well and couldn't eat. I drank bowl after bowl of medicine, but I felt nauseous and vomited it all out.
Ji Wenxu didn't even go to school the next day, but stayed by her bedside.
She felt very uncomfortable, curled up into a ball and didn't want to talk to anyone.
The whole family was worried, and they were used to it. Even the maidservant who served her was adept at finding a doctor first and then reporting to the old lady.
Yu Huan's health has always been so poor.
According to the script, she didn't have much time left to live.
But Ji Wenxu doesn’t know.
Ji Wenxu couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment, his frown never loosening. He asked her over and over again where she felt uncomfortable, whether she was cold or hot, and whether she wanted to eat something...
It wasn't until Yu Huan got tired of him and hit him that he finally quieted down for a while.
Only for a moment.
Not long after, he took her hand again and whispered to her: "If you feel uncomfortable, hit me a few more times and let me share some of the pain."
Yu Huan was lying motionless on the bed. The sunlight outside the window made her face look cold and pale without a trace of blood. She just stared at one place in a daze, with only her eyelashes blinking occasionally.
Only after Ji Wenxu said this did she slowly and tightly grasp his fingers.
After a while, she suddenly pulled his hand to her pillow and buried her face in his palm.
Yu Huan felt very uncomfortable. Physical discomfort could not only affect the body, it would also affect the mind.
She didn't understand why this mission brought her back to the past and why there was always endless medicine to take.
She didn't like the constant coughing that made her ribs ache; she didn't like the smell of medicine lingering on her body, no matter how many clothes she changed; she didn't like staying in the house year after year, she liked to run and jump;
She even disliked watching others become numb and cautious in taking care of her.
She didn't want this.
She doesn't want to either.
She was trapped in endless pain and felt very wronged.
Ji Wenxu stared at her in a daze, watching her clutching him tightly, watching her messy hair hanging down from her ears, watching her thin shoulders tremble uncontrollably.
Then, he felt warm and moist water falling into his palm.
At that moment, a kind of empty and shocking despair gave the young boy, who had not yet been crowned, an unprecedented shock.
She is crying.
He wanted to give up everything he had in exchange for her safety and health, and he wanted to bear all the discomfort and pain for her.
But in the end, he could do nothing. He could only hold his breath, feeling the slight strength of her grip on him, and was defeated by the terrible feeling of powerlessness.
He is so sad.
His fairy was crying.
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