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The man in my arms stirred, looked at him, and began to wake up.

"How long have I been asleep?" He opened his mouth in a daze and asked, "Where are the others?"

He murmured softly, "It's really useless when I'm old."

"Let's go in."

"Yes."

I helped him in and sat him down in the living room. I leaned over and helped him change his slippers.

He kept looking down at me and said, "Anthea has really grown up."

Nothing in the room had changed. The decor, the layout, even the way the shoes were arranged in the shoe closet, were exactly the same as they had been for seven years.

Either he never came back, or he remembered everything.

"Uncle Huainan, are you hungry? Let me make something for you to eat."

He said yes.

He asked me to turn on the TV. He wanted to see the news.

Then I went to the kitchen and busied myself, remembering that he used to love my chicken noodle congee, light and tasty.

He even cooked two light dishes along the way. He remembered that the first time he cooked in this kitchen, he made a place full of smoke, causing Mu Huainan to personally come out and clean up my mess. At that time, it was probably the first time he got sick in front of me, and even helped me with his weak body.

Although I can't boast about how good the culinary arts are right now, but at least I've improved quite a bit over the years.

After preparing the food and bringing it to the living room, Mu Huainan fell asleep again.

The television was on, and it was on the Finance Channel. Before, he would have been watching it attentively, but now, he was able to fall asleep after watching such a wonderful report.

For some reason, I felt a dull pain in my heart.

I took the blanket and just as I covered him, I saw him slowly wake up.

He seemed annoyed.

"I don't know why, but I fell asleep again."

I looked at him. The porridge was warm on the table.

"Have some porridge."

I slowly helped him up. "So what if I'm sleepy? What else can I do for a reason?"

He took a sip, pursed his pale lips, and looked up at me.

"Your culinary skills have improved quite a bit." He asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I know all the basic dishes." I didn't expect that one day cooking would become something that made me feel proud. "Wait for the next time, I'll cook for you."

"Alright."

Mu Huainan leaned forward and extended his hand out towards me.

"Come here."

I obediently put down the bowl of porridge and leaned over.

"I want to go to your bed."

He put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm full."

He hadn't eaten much all day, and I couldn't help but ask him.

"So full just like that?"

He looked tired, tired, one hand on my shoulder, and answered faintly, "I can't eat."

Subconsciously, I reached for his forehead.

"Uncle Huainan, you have a fever!"

His eyes were narrowed, and he was in a daze. It was unknown whether he was asleep or awake.

I called his name, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes.

It was hard to tell if he was asleep or unconscious.