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This time, Su Ming really understood the meaning of being sick.

She had originally thought that she had a bad cold, so it was normal for her to have a high fever. However, this aggressive condition was clearly much more serious than a cold. In the end, Su wrote a letter that he could not figure out what had happened to him. It was said that he had suffered a bunch of complications.

It was another fever, and they could faintly hear someone talking beside the bed. It seemed like a doctor was making a diagnosis, so naturally the needle was hung up again. This time, Su Xing became much more obedient and allowed them to write. She stared at him in a daze as she thought about the ingot, but she could not open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

In the middle of the night, she woke up a little. Her throat was so dry that she subconsciously called out, "Water."

Someone brought the water to her mouth. Su Wen slightly bent his body and wanted to drink it, but he couldn't stop himself from coughing. In the end, he didn't even drink much, and almost all of the water was spat out.

Su Ming had thought that the person was being impatient. In the next moment, she felt a cold sensation on her lips, and a cold liquid that was already peeling off her peeling off her lips and her throat, which seemed to be about to burst, gushed in.

She couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air as she subconsciously lifted her hand and wrapped it around his shoulder.

The breathing became heavier, rising and falling sharply in her ears.

Su Wen, on the other hand, laid back contentedly, unaware of how infuriating he was just now.

She was asleep again.

He seemed to have woken up once again. In a blur, he felt that someone was hugging him, putting his arms around his waist, and using a protective posture to wrap her whole body around his arms, carefully avoiding the dripping hands.

She subconsciously leaned into the embrace that she seemed to be familiar with, found a comfortable position, and continued sleeping.

But when he woke up, the bed was already empty. Su Ming lifted his hand to his forehead and carefully thought back to last night's details, but he also felt that it was not real. He wasn't sure if it really happened or if it was just a dream.

Just as he was deep in thought, a nurse wearing an aqua blue uniform walked in. She took out the thermometer Su had written her a letter at an unknown time, flipped it a bit, and said, "Alright, the fever's gone."

Su Ming also felt that his entire being had become a lot more relaxed and less uncomfortable than before.

However, he still couldn't muster up any strength.

"The person in my room last night …" Remembering that hazy memory, Su wrote to her and tentatively asked.

"Last night? No one was in the room. "Oh, or Dr. Chen came to check on us." the nurse answered casually.

Su Ming replied with an "Oh."

That person, of course, could not be a doctor. A doctor would not feed her water, would not carry her to sleep — was it really a dream?

It was because he was too ill that he experienced hallucinations.

Or maybe …

"What about him?" When Su Mo mentioned Liu Qingyan, his tone was rarely so soft. Even though he was still hoarsely speaking, when the tip of his tongue pushed out, it gave off a different feeling.

If that person was truly Liu Qingyan …

She knew she couldn't count on anything, but she felt a deep warmth in her heart, almost burning her to the ground.

"Are you asking about Mr. Liu?" The nurse was stunned for a moment before quickly regaining her senses. "He went back to Beijing."

Su Wen opened his mouth, and lost his weight for a moment. He then laughed at himself, "Oh."

It really was an illusion.