Upon hearing Zhu Qing'an's voice, Meng Qingluan turned her head, and the two exchanged a glance in the dim light.
She awkwardly raised her hand and greeted them.
"Good morning…"
"Hmm, did you come to see me, sister?"
Zhu Qing'an asked, his hand still resting on the door.
Meng Qingluan scratched her head, and without lying, nodded in agreement.
"I've come to see you. Has your fever gone down a bit?"
Once Meng Qingluan asked the question, she immediately felt much more confident.
As Zhu Qing'an's nominal older sister, isn't it perfectly normal for her to care about his health?
What is she feeling guilty about?
Zhu Qing'an released her hand and walked towards Meng Qingluan, her moist eyes looking at her.
He shook his head, and wisps of hair fell down, obscuring his eyebrows.
"I still feel a bit unwell, and I couldn't sleep last night."
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingluan's heart skipped a beat.
She remembered how Zhu Qing'an had been sickly since childhood. Despite taking medicine every day, his constitution had not improved but had become extremely weak. She quickly raised her hand and placed it on his forehead.
Zhu Qing'an bent down so that she could see more clearly.
"Why is it still so hot? Didn't you take your medicine last night?"
Upon touching her, Meng Qingluan discovered that Zhu Qingan's fever, after a night of rest, had not only failed to subside but had actually worsened.
"I feel unwell and can't sleep."
Zhu Qing'an's listless reply was accompanied by a striking dark circle under his eyes.
Meng Qingluan frowned as she listened. She led Zhu Qingan into the bedroom and picked up the medicine packet from the side.
"Go and rest."
Zhu Qing'an saw her walk to the door, lie down, and then sit up again.
"Where is my sister going?"
"I'll give the medicine to the waiter and have him prepare it. You can lie down and rest."
After hearing this, Zhu Qing'an gripped the blanket and remained seated without moving. He asked her anxiously.
"Will you come again?"
Meng Qingluan answered firmly, "Yes."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Only after receiving her reply did Zhu Qing'an agree to lie down and rest in the quilt.
Only after the door was closed did Zhu Qing'an extend her hand, which had been hidden under the covers, and raise it in front of her eyes, the sleeve sliding down her arm.
His gaze slowly swept over every inch of the wound. The wound had just scabbed over, and you could still vaguely see that the scab had not yet covered the bright red flesh.
He placed the index finger of his other hand on the wound and smiled sweetly.
very nice.
"..."
Meng Qingluan returned to Zhu Qingan's room, where he was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above him.
Hearing the door open, it was like a dog seeing its owner come home; it turned its head instantly, its joy impossible to hide.
Zhu Qing'an called out, "Sister!"
Meng Qingluan couldn't help but smile, holding a bowl of lean meat porridge in her hand.
"Well, it will take some time for the medicine to be ready. You should drink some porridge first."
Zhu Qing'an's eyes, which had been light up with excitement, dimmed again. He looked at his hands with some annoyance and muttered to himself.
"I'm not hungry..."
"Stop lying," Meng Qingluan exposed his lie without any mercy. "You only ate a little yesterday, aren't you hungry today?"
Upon hearing her words, Zhu Qing'an looked up at her in surprise.
She knew she had eaten very little last night.
Does she also care about herself?
Zhu Qing'an was secretly overjoyed, but still shyly refused to admit it.
"I'm really not hungry."
Glug glug—
No sooner had Zhu Qing'an finished speaking than his stomach growled in protest, slapping him hard across the face.
hiss.
Meng Qingluan knew things would develop to this point, and she scratched her toes in frustration.
She felt embarrassed for Zhu Qing'an.
When will I be able to get rid of this bad habit of making others feel embarrassed?
Zhu Qing'an's face flushed red instantly, and he stammered.
"I...this is not..."
Meng Qingluan suppressed a laugh and tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's only natural. You're not hungry, but your stomach is a little rumbling. Why don't you eat something?"
Zhu Qing'an, having given up all hope, frankly admitted, "My hand hurts, I can't hold the spoon."
"Your hand hurts? What's wrong with your hand?" Meng Qingluan said, reaching out to grab his arm to check.
Zhu Qing'an struggled symbolically for a few moments, but was so frightened by Meng Qingluan's rebuke that she dared not move.
Meng Qingluan pulled up his sleeve and was truly shocked when she saw the wound on his arm.
No wonder his fever wouldn't go down for so long. He had such a long wound on his arm; it's a miracle he didn't get infected and die.
"How did you get this wound? Are you self-harming in the middle of the night?"
Meng Qingluan, recalling his past self-harm during his childhood, asked directly.
She swore.
If Zhu Qing'an dared to nod in agreement, she would definitely pull out her Seven Wolves sword and give him a good beating, teaching him a lesson.
Zhu Qing'an shook her head and explained to herself in a low voice.
"He was thrown from the carriage during the avalanche and was scratched."
Meng Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it's not self-harm, that's fine.
My heart jumped to my throat again. Was it because I was scratched by the carriage?
It's so deep, won't I get tetanus?
"Why didn't you say so sooner? Did you feel dizzy? Did you bleed a lot at the time?"
Zhu Qing'an's eyes welled up with tears as she listened to her endless questions.
"No. The wound isn't deep, it just looks scary, sister, don't be angry. I didn't tell you yesterday because I saw you were too tired and the wound wasn't serious, so I didn't want you to worry."
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Meng Qingluan ultimately couldn't bring herself to blame him.
“I’m not angry. I was just too anxious, that’s why my tone was harsh. You’re not allowed to keep things to yourself in the future. If you get hurt, you have to tell me. Treating you is the doctor’s job, it won’t bother me.”
Zhu Qing'an lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.
“The older brother warned me yesterday. I don’t want my sister to worry, or for you to think I’m pretending to be pitiful.”
"I am already very content and happy to be able to stay by my sister's side."
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingluan couldn't help but roll her eyes, remembering what Li Zhanjue had said yesterday.
With a wave of his hand, he gently patted Zhu Qing'an's head.
"Don't listen to just anyone. He's a complete freak... you really think you can listen to him?"
"His words are no different from a dog barking. Next time you see him, just take a detour and avoid him.
"Thank you, sister."
Zhu Qing'an wrapped her arms around Meng Qingluan's waist and cried even harder, her shoulders shaking.
Meng Qingluan was somewhat flustered.
Why are you crying again? Are you feeling too bad for me?
“No, no,” Zhu Qing’an cried, sobbing uncontrollably, “I’m just so happy that you’re finally willing to talk to me, sister.”
"..."
Meng Qingluan felt guilty and ashamed when she thought about her previous cold attitude towards him.
The two were enjoying a tender moment with their sibling bond when a familiar male voice suddenly came from the doorway.
"Luanluan?"
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