Meng Qingluan stretched her neck and shouted towards the door, trying to call for help.
"Help! Help!"
"..."
It was late at night, and since they lived on the second floor, no one came to knock on the door to answer them for quite some time.
Meng Qingluan was not giving up and tried shouting a few more times.
Then there was a knock on the door, and the sleepy voice of the waiter came through.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Meng Qingluan was almost moved to tears; this was simply her Hallelujah.
"My husband has a fever, could you please go and call a doctor to take a look?"
The waiter said with difficulty, "Sir, it's too late. All the pharmacies on the street are closed. If you really can't help it, I'll fetch you a basin of water."
Meng Qingluan had no choice but to agree.
The waiter brought over a large basin of cold water in no time, and Meng Qing specially asked him to put a chair by the bedside and place the basin on it.
Shen Yan held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go, so this was the only solution Meng Qingluan could come up with.
There are no doctors.
Meng Qingluan could only resort to a makeshift method: she wrapped the blanket tightly around Chen Yan's body and sweated profusely!
Pressed down by the heavy quilt, Chen Yan couldn't help but open his mouth, stick out a small section of his tongue, and protest softly with humming sounds.
Meng Qingluan blushed upon hearing this.
While silently reciting a calming mantra, I held one corner of the blanket in place.
Shen Yan's hand was still firmly gripping her wrist, and Meng Qingluan could only adjust her posture and let him pull.
Meng Qingluan raised her arm to check his temperature while thinking.
In the original work, it seems that Shen Yan's mother was not mentioned at all.
However, it was only mentioned briefly that his father died early, and his mother disappeared when Shen Yan was seven years old.
Meng Qingluan repeatedly lifted the towel off Chen Yan's forehead, each time the towel became scalding hot from his body temperature.
After several repetitions, Shen Yan's body temperature finally showed signs of decreasing.
Chen Yan was still mumbling in his sleep, incoherently calling out for his mother and other such things.
Shen Yan suddenly let go of one hand and began to struggle incessantly, his expression filled with fear and panic.
"I know I was wrong, please let me go..."
Meng Qingluan, who was feeling a bit sleepy, was startled awake and hurriedly climbed onto the bed to grab Chen Yan's wildly waving hand.
"Ah, sweetie, no one can bully you, I'm right here."
"..."
Shen Yan's hands were held by Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan gently patted his chest, and after a while, she returned to calm, and even her furrowed brows relaxed.
Meng Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that Chen Yan's hand was very sensitive.
Shen Yan's hands were more like bare bones covered with a thin, tough skin, with very little flesh at the joints, making the joints appear pale red from being worn down by the bones.
Meng Qingluan looked at Shen Yan's peaceful sleeping face.
Only then did he realize that he was just an eighteen-year-old boy.
Meng Qingluan recalled seeing Shen Yan standing quietly and indifferently at the door when she went out today, as if abandoned by the whole world.
Meng Qingluan sighed.
Perhaps, Shen Yan isn't as scary as he seems now.
Coincidentally, she was also abandoned by the world.
These two abandoned people need each other to survive in this world.
Meng Qingluan suddenly felt a sense of shared misfortune.
As Meng Qingluan pondered, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until finally she simply nestled against Shen Yan's chest and fell asleep.
…
A dream fades into the dawn, broken only by the sound of birdsong.
Shen Yan's eyelashes trembled, and she groggily opened her eyes.
Upon opening his eyes, Chen Yan felt a dull ache in his head, and it felt as if something was stuck to his forehead.
Shen Yan subconsciously tried to raise his hand to remove the foreign object from his forehead, but found that his hand was being held down.
Shen Yan gathered his strength and finally saw Meng Qingluan lying on top of him.
Meng Qingluan rested her head against his chest, their hands pressed down by her body.
Shen Yan frowned, fragmented images of the night before he lost consciousness flashing through his mind.
In a daze, it seemed that Meng Qingluan was taking care of her, and she was still holding onto her hand, calling her "Mother," refusing to let go even if it meant death...
Shen Yan's expression stiffened slightly, and his gaze shifted to Meng Qingluan's face.
Meng Qingluan had dark circles under her eyes; she hadn't slept well all night taking care of him and hadn't even been covered with a blanket.
His dark eyes dimmed slightly, and as if possessed, he reached out and gently brushed his right hand against Meng Qingluan's eyelashes.
Meng Qingluan frowned in dissatisfaction while sleeping, muttered something, and turned her head away.
Upon realizing what she was doing, Shen Yan's arm stiffened, her earlobes turned red, and she awkwardly turned her head away.
After a few seconds, Shen Yan slowly got up and gently pulled his arm out.
He then picked up Meng Qingluan and placed her back on the couch.
He paused, then tossed the blanket aside and took out a new blanket to cover Meng Qingluan.
He had a fever last night and was afraid of infecting her with the disease.
If Meng Qingluan falls ill, I'll definitely be in trouble again.
He hates trouble the most, yes, that's right!
Shen Yan silently tried to explain his actions in his heart.
…
When Meng Qingluan opened her eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.
"..."
Meng Qingluan felt dizzy. She looked around the room and then her eyes suddenly widened.
Only then did I realize that I was still lying in the inn!
Meng Qingluan sprang out of bed with a somersault, then landed on the ground like a crow taking off in an airplane.
Where is the inkstone?
Did he recover from his illness and run away while I was asleep?
Then she hooked up with Li Zhanjue. The two were like oil and water, and once they hit it off, they chopped off this stubborn and stubborn obstacle to their love...
Meng Qingluan's imagination ran wild.
The more I think about it, the more outrageous and frightening it becomes.
Her gaze drifted towards the window; if all else failed, she might as well jump.
She was going to die sooner or later; no knife could outrun her freefall.
I hope the system will blur her face when she falls to her death; she has an image to maintain.
Just as Meng Qingluan was preparing to face her death calmly, the door was pushed open.
Meng Qingluan turned around, tears welling up in her eyes.
Chen Yan carried a tray with two dishes on it.
"..."
Meng Qingluan turned her head in a gesture of embracing the world, and the two looked at each other.
"Chen Yan?!" Meng Qingluan called out to him excitedly.
"Huh? What's wrong..."
Chen Yan had just put down the dishes.
Shen Yan was stunned by her teary-eyed appearance, and before he could finish asking his question, Meng Qingluan rushed over to him.
Shen Yan instinctively supported her with his hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, somewhat dazed.
"I thought you abandoned me and ran away."
Meng Qingluan wiped away her tears and complained in a low voice, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
Perhaps it was the shared feeling of sympathy she had experienced last night, or perhaps it was the loneliness of waking up to find no one beside her, but Meng Qingluan couldn't help but shed tears.
Shen Yan paused slightly, stiffly raised his hand to Meng Qingluan's back, but realized it was inappropriate halfway up and withdrew it, offering a curt word of comfort.
"No, I will not abandon you."
"..."
After a moment, Meng Qingluan realized with a start that she was still being held in Shen Yan's arms.
She whispered, "I'm done. I'm going to put on my socks in bed."
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