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My consciousness was broken by an unbearable thirst, but instead it cleared my mind a little, as if the bright light had gradually dimmed, and finally allowed the dazzling object to reveal its true form.

"An'an."

I stopped trying to drink and went back to lying unconscious on the bed. I didn't move, and I felt the man beside me go still.

"I thought you were awake again."

Did he say that I slept for a long time? He wanted to recall the memory, but his head was extremely weak. With just a slight use, he was in tremendous pain.

As my consciousness cleared, I grew more and more thirsty.

I listened quietly. The person beside me didn't seem to be sitting back in his chair. Judging from the sound of his footsteps, it seemed like he was walking towards my other side. The sound of his footsteps was getting fainter and fainter, until even his breathing could no longer be heard.

Unable to hold it in, he secretly opened his eyes. In the beginning, all I could see was whiteness, as if my eyes were covered by a layer of mist. Gradually, the fog dispersed and I saw a dark room, as well as the figure of Mu Huainan on the balcony that was swallowed up by the night.

He was smoking again, and the smoke was still lingering around him. He raised his head, but no one knew what he was looking at. The cigarette was burning slowly, and he was in no hurry to smoke it. He took a long, occasional drag, then took a deep breath, as if the smoke had gone through his lungs and was twisting in his stomach.

In the end, he spat it out heavily. The normally well-dressed and arrogant and crazy man seemed to have spit out a huge amount of energy from his body. His entire body was like a deflated ball, slowly weakening as he landed on the ground.

I just looked at him like this, forgot the thirst, forgot the pain, I was stunned in his beautiful profile, for a moment lost myself, look at him can't help feeling a little pitiful.

This kind of scene caused him to feel bitter.

I closed my eyes as soon as he finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the flowerpot on the windowsill and turned to open the balcony door.

No one could explain the specific reason why they didn't want Mu Huainan to know that I was awake, but they just weren't ready to face him yet.

He walked over, thick with smoke and cold.

The smell of smoke came closer and closer, covering my face, and I felt his hand reach out and gently tuck in my quilt.

The tips of my fingers accidentally touched my cheek, but it was still as cold as ever.

Then I heard his footsteps, moving toward the door, and finally the door opened and closed, and the silence in the room was oppressive. I opened my eyes and sat up, looking for water.

My head hurt as if it had been pierced by countless needles. I sat up abruptly, almost fainting as my blood rushed to my head.

The cup at the head of the bed was empty, the kettle was on the opposite side of the floor, and I couldn't get the IV, so I saw that there was a thermos next to the water glass at the head of the bed. With difficulty, I moved over and opened the lid of the thermos, and immediately smelled the fragrant scent of chicken soup. I felt every cell in my body shouting "Drink, drink, drink." I licked my dry lips and reached for the bucket.

I forgot that I was a brain-damaged patient and had no strength to control this bucket of chicken soup.

I picked up the chicken soup in an overconfident way, and before I could maintain my posture for a second, the bucket of chicken soup had been dumped on the table, filling the air with steam. The soup had been spilled all over the bed, leaving the empty thermos bucket gurgling under the bed.

The sound of metal being flung about the room was a bit loud, and I watched the heat in the bed with a sad sigh. God, he was determined to kill me.

In the next second, the door opened as Mu Huainan rushed in. He stopped beside my bed for a few seconds and his gaze quickly swept across the room. Then, he rushed to the front of me and picked me up from the bed.

His lips were pressed against my forehead, cold and icy, and he was breathing out impatient heat. "Did you get burned?" he asked.

I shook my head, instinctively.

From the time he barged in to the time he held me in his arms until now, all at once, I didn't even have time to react.

The tube in my hand dangled in the air, and the back of my hand hurt a little. I frowned.

"I'm fine, let go of me."

The rational Lu Weian would of course struggle. Although this guy's hug me just now felt pretty good, there's still a whole bunch of grudges between him and I that haven't been resolved.

No, there was only resentment, not kindness.

He set me down on the couch next to him and hung the IV bottle on the nearest shelf.

"I'll call the doctor. Don't move."

He went out again.

The room was empty. I raised my hand and touched my cheek.

Why was it so hot? Was it because he had slept for too long? Or was it because Mu Huainan had just …

Just as he was thinking, Mu Huainan came back with a doctor and a nurse. I sat on the sofa and obediently accepted the doctor's examination. My eyes landed on the nurse who was cleaning the chicken soup, and couldn't help but steal a glance at Mu Huainan who was beside me.

Suddenly, I met his gaze. My face was red as I quickly turned my head away. His eyes were deep in my mind.

He was still the same man. He could easily separate me from the deliberate estrangement that I had painstakingly built up and cause me to fall apart.

"You've recovered quite well, but you still have to take care of your health, lest there are any side effects." The doctor stood up and politely nodded to Mu Huainan before leaving with the nurse.

I watched on quietly. It seems like Mu Huainan, the rich guy of the old society, had already suppressed the other party to the level of a doctor.

Even a doctor had to speak to him with such respect.

After the door closed, the room was completely silent. My mouth was dry as I tried to avoid his eyes and quietly moved towards the kettle.

Mu Huainan didn't say a word, he couldn't step over, and hugged me tightly as he walked a few steps forward, gently placing me on the bed.

There was still some coolness in the fresh sheets, but it couldn't match the cold in his palms.

He tucked me in and poured me a glass of water.

If I wasn't so thirsty, I wouldn't have accepted his glass of water!

After gulping down a few mouthfuls of water, he took the cup and asked me, "Do you want more?"

I stared at him with my head held high, my mouth open, and before I could say anything, he turned to pour more water.

The corners of my mouth froze in embarrassment, and I glared at his back until he turned and offered me a second glass of water.

The sound of glass shattering echoed several times throughout the room.

Mu Huainan did not speak. After staying quiet for a while, he bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass from the ground.

That was the first time I looked at him from a higher vantage point. His thin back was half crouching, and the pair of hands that usually signed tens of billions of yuan were slender and noble, incompatible with the debris on the ground.

He made it impossible for others to connect him with that cunning merchant.

This back view was a little soft and was a little tolerant.

were all characteristics that Mu Huainan couldn't possibly possess.

Staring blankly at me, I felt a tinge of regret in my heart. However, that regret only lasted for an instant. Very quickly, I recalled what he had done and hardened my heart.

"You don't have to pretend to be considerate here. I don't need you to take care of me. Go."

He did not answer me. Instead, he got up and threw the glass fragments into the trash can. He raised his eyes and said, "I asked Shen Xiuyuan to bring me another bucket of chicken soup." As he spoke, he turned around and went to the balcony to make a call.

Mu Huainan is still as dictatorial as ever. I can't even interject when he decides to do anything.

His head hurt, and his heart felt even worse.

I wanted to quarrel with him, ask him why he didn't want me to lie to me, why he didn't care about me, and vent all the grievances and indignities I'd received outside on him, but all I could say was, This complaint, under his cold disregard, became a ridiculous ego.

I rolled over and wrapped the blanket even tighter, but I still felt a little cold. That kind of cold, was like Mu Huainan's hands that could never warm their hands, always pressing down on my heart, cold and heavy.

There was no need to pay much attention to my feelings. I had almost forgotten that his favorite word for me was overestimating himself.

The emotions that I had suppressed and wanted to vent on him shouldn't have been borne by him.

He was kind enough to raise me, but he didn't want me. It was the nature of a merchant.

How could I treat him as someone close to me and make a ruckus out of my unreasonable anger?

Thinking of this, I felt angry and wronged at the same time. He heard the sound of his footsteps as he walked in from the balcony. It was the smell of smoke again. No wonder he had to go to the balcony to make a phone call. It seemed like he still wanted to smoke.

The sound of footsteps stopped by my side. I felt a pair of deep eyes on my back. It was like a flame had been spat out, making the grievances in my heart boil. Finally, I couldn't endure it any longer. My eyes reddened.

Hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, soaking the pillow bit by bit.

The bed behind me suddenly collapsed, and a pair of hands reached out and rested on my hair beside the wound. They moved slowly to the base of my ears and gently pinched my earlobes.

Mu Huainan called out my name in a low, sandy voice.

"An'an."

I couldn't help but cry even harder, and my shoulders shook a little.

The hand that was rubbing my earlobe suddenly stopped, and a moment later, his hands were on my shoulders. I was small and weak, so I let him turn me around.

I held the quilt and turned my head away from him.

He raised his hand and wiped my tears with the back of his hand.

I don't know if it was because I felt wronged and pitiful, but I felt that there was a little bit of fear in his tired voice.

It seemed more like caution with lingering fear.

I sniffed and ignored him.

"Still angry with me."

Angry? I didn't dare to get angry with Mu Laoban. My heart was in turmoil as I calmly looked in his direction.

The tears in his eyes flowed from his eyes to his forehead, growing more and more violent.

Because the more he coaxed me in this manner, the more I couldn't get angry with him. I couldn't vent the anger in me, so I could only turn into tears.

Mu Huainan's hands were completely drenched by my tears. The last of his fingers lightly sliced across my cheek, bent over, and kissed at the corner of my eyes.

I felt his soft, repentant, and mournful lips slowly swallow all my tears.