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The flute supported Yun Qiu as they laid down. With such careful movements, Yun Qiu's heart was moved.

Suddenly recalling how the flute had run far away to request a doctor for her, Yun Qiu felt extremely guilty. Her small hand tightly held onto the Night Flute's sleeve. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Husband, it's really been hard on you …"

Yun Qiu didn't know why, but the flute had always been extremely good to her, but she had never felt such an unforgettable feeling before. However, today, her heart was filled with an urge to cry. Perhaps it was because she had never been cared for so much by a man before, which was why her feelings were so profound.

Yun Qiu was not a weak girl. When she was at the Yun Family in the past, her mother was weak and sickly, so she did not have time to spare. Yun Qiu was afraid of losing his mother. He was worried that she had not recovered from her illness and was infected with another disease. Thus, he stayed by her mother's side all day with no time to spare. Yun Qiu did not collapse at that time, which proved that she was still healthy.

However, at that time, her father, Zhang Huaizhong, had already treated her mother very coldly. The mistress of the family was no longer her mother, but the current Rongshi, who was in the limelight at that time. Perhaps it was because the Rong family wanted to make things difficult for him, but ever since Yun Qiu's mother wanted to see Zhang Huaizhong, or if she was sick and wanted to get a doctor, and it was also a matter of food, they were all rejected.

Yun Qiu did not understand the reason. At that time, both she and her brother Yun Dong were still young, so they wholeheartedly wanted to protect their mother. That was why Yun Qiu and Yun Dong had given everything they had to their mother. At that time, Yun Qiu and Yun Dong had actually received quite a bit of respect from the servants, but because they had given their mother the best food, they had become malnourished and became thinner and thinner.

At that time, Yun Qiu did not fall down, but because last night he stood by the window blowing on the wind, he was infected by the cold. Yun Qiu wanted to cry but had no tears. Why was her body still weak? It seemed like she really couldn't be spoiled. She had to work hard.

Because the flute didn't allow her to do anything, Yun Qiu had to think like this. It was precisely because of this that she was so delicate now.

Yeye Flute knew Yun Qiu's thoughts and knew that she was definitely blaming him. He thought that Yun Qiu was still sick and this would be bad for her health. The reply came quickly and was very gentle, "My wife, your husband is not tired." Have you forgotten? "Your husband used to carry you down the mountain without taking a breather."

What the flute said was true, but when the flute said it, Yun Qiu felt embarrassed. She looked at the night flute, but didn't expect to see the night flute as black as the stars in the eyes, her heart began to beat rapidly and uneasily.

Yun Qiu recalled the peace and warmth she felt when the flute was behind her back. Now, hearing the flute comfort her like this again, her heart brimmed with happiness. It was as if the flute was always like this. It always tried to find ways to satisfy her demands, and it never used the word "force" towards her. How could Yun Qiu not be moved by such a man?

Heart moving? Thinking of this word, the corners of Yun Qiu's lips curled up. It was as if something was gradually becoming clearer in his heart. Previously, Yun Qiu couldn't judge her thoughts, but now she was sure that she liked the flute. She had already begun to like a man. Yun Qiu was in a good mood. This was an unprecedented experience. So open, so bright, so... Happiness.

Yun Qiu held onto the flute tightly. It was said that people enjoyed happy occasions. Yun Qiu now had a feeling that even her illness seemed to have started to dissipate.

It was such a warm moment. The night flute's right hand lightly wrapped around Yun Qiu's shoulder. Yun Qiu lowered her head and nestled half her body into the night flute's embrace. From the looks of it, they were very fond of each other. It could even be said that they were in love with each other.

Yu'er had already stepped forward with the intention of getting Yun Qiu to take the medicine. The medicine had already been fried. Yu'er thought that Yun Qiu's illness could not be delayed, so she rushed over.

"Miss, you …" However, when Yu'er saw such a harmonious scene, her first reaction was to hurriedly cover her mouth, not wanting to disturb such a beautiful scene because of her own voice. Yu'er quietly walked out. She stopped by the window and looked at the scene in the room. She could not help but blush.

Yu'er thought with a slightly blaming heart, 'Young master is right, young miss is still sick, how can you …' From Yu'er's point of view, the flute was currently kissing Yun Qiu with its head lowered! Yu'er didn't clearly see what had happened. Although she thought so, she could only sigh in her heart. Young Master really treats young miss so well …

Yu'er was still admiring the situation when she suddenly heard a funny sound from the flute, "Yu'er, bring the medicine in."

Yu'er snapped out of her daze with fear in her heart. What was going on? How did Young Master know she was outside?

Yu'er lowered her head, as if she knew she was wrong and shouldn't have peeped at them. However, he was still curious.

"Yu-er, give me the medicine." Yu'er felt that she had never been so obedient before. She handed the medicine over to the flute with a swoosh.

The night flute protected Yun Qiu, who was in his arms. It seemed like he was going to feed her himself. Yu'er hesitated. Should she go out? Isn't standing here too much of an eyesore? Yu'er still hadn't made her decision. She only heard Yun Qiu speak shyly, obviously speaking to her.

"Yu'er, my husband really treats me very well …" "You can leave."

Yu'er felt that Yun Qiu's words were rather strange. The flute was good to Yun Qiu, that was natural. Who told them to be husband and wife? Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yu'er's mind. Could it be …

Yu'er revealed a sorrowful and indignant expression. She really deserved to die. No wonder Young Master knew that she was peeping from the outside! It turned out that she could not help but speak out her inner thoughts at that time! Fortunately, what she said was good news, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on Yu'er's forehead. Otherwise, with the power of the flute, she would have disappeared very soon.

Yu'er did not dare to stay any longer. It was too dangerous to run out of the courtyard in a hurry! No, any place with Young Master is very dangerous! Yu'er didn't know why, but the flute was actually very good to Yun Qiu. Yu'er was genuinely happy to see this scene, but she had always been afraid of the flute. Especially when they met eyes with the flute. Yu'er didn't know why she felt so guilty. She couldn't explain it to him either.

However, Yu'er already knew that she was a person without backbone. She could tell from her actions of running away now that …

Inside the house, Yun Qiu had finished her medicine and was carefully wiping the juice at the corner of her mouth.

"My wife, you should sleep well. You'll be fine after a while."

Yun Qiu nodded and replied softly. She was really tired, too.