Just when Xia He was holding the book in a daze, the door was gently pushed open, and the aunt walked in with her coat on.

"Are you awake?"

Xia He nodded and put the book down, it seems that his aunt is not worried about herself, and she got up to read it in the middle of the night.

"You've had colds and fevers before, but they've never been as bad as this one. The aunt sat on the edge of her bed, and saw that her face had recovered a little, and finally she was relieved.

For the time being, the aunt didn't dare to ask Xia He about Zhao Xiaojing's proposal, she was afraid that Xia He would vomit again.

"Go and rest, I've slept for a long time, and now I'm much more energetic, and I can't sleep for the time being. Xia He put the book on the bedside.

This is a book about revenge, although the protagonist tries his best, but he does not achieve his goal, and he is entangled in some emotions, and finally almost destroyed.

Xia He knew that she would not be wiped out, and that natural self-confidence allowed her to hold her head up and hold her chest high at any time, not to mention, now that Fang Zeyu is a helper. Although she wasn't sure how far he would go, as long as she had something to exchange with him, he was bound to stand with her, just like Xia Xin's incident.

"It's hot, but you can't do without a quilt. After the aunt finished speaking, she stepped downstairs with her hands lightly.

Xia He didn't know if his aunt would tell Zhao Xiaojing about coming back, if she did, it would be easy to do, anyway, now that she is sick, if Zhao Xiaojing dares to come to her, then she will be cheeky and directly slander her, making her more chaotic.

The room was too small, it was so stuffy that she just vomited and sweated, Xia He wanted to take a cold shower willfully, but after thinking about it, she still regretted her life.

It wasn't until dawn that Xia He fell asleep when the first rays of morning light entered the house, although it had been muddy, but at least he had rested.

My aunt helped her cook breakfast and brought it to the room, and when she saw her soothing eyebrows and eyes, she couldn't bear to wake her up, she was indeed a little anxious about what she said last night, knowing that she was still sick.

Xia He woke up again, he was woken up by a thunderclap, and Kuncheng, which had been sweltering for many days, finally ushered in a torrential rain. The damp wind blew open the hidden window, and the raindrops crashed into the house with a fierce force, and the small piece of land in front of the window was soon wet.

The flower on the windowsill was blown to the ground, and the flower, which was already nearly dying, looked even more dilapidated under the ravages of wind and rain.

Xia He sat on the bed for a while, she didn't want to close the window, but if she let it go any longer, the quilt would be wet, so she had to take her clothes and drape them over her head to keep out the rain, and lie on the windowsill to close the window sash with difficulty.

Uncle opened the door and took a look, and he seemed to have heard the movement and went upstairs to take a look.

Xia He was a little surprised, this man of few words actually didn't go to work today? He is the logistics of a certain unit, usually relatively leisurely, busy for two days on holidays, and then he can come back with a bunch of condolences, so the family is doing well.

"Uncle?" Xia He took off his fitting clothes and hung them on the back of the chair and called out to him.

The uncle nodded, and went over to take away the breakfast she hadn't had time to eat: "Lunch is ready, eat it while it's hot." ”

Xia He changed his clothes, and when he went downstairs, his uncle was serving the dishes. Usually my aunt cooks, but I didn't expect my uncle to hide a few hands.

"You're delaying your work. Xia He took a bowl of rice, and she sat down after her uncle sat down.

"It doesn't matter. Uncle put all the meat and vegetables in front of Xia He, and although he didn't help her with the dishes, he almost pushed the dishes to her hand.

Xia He silently pushed the dish to the middle of the table after holding a few chopsticks, although she was quite able to eat, but the stomach problem was just right, so she still had to pay attention. Although the uncle eats with his head bored and talks little, he can still see his concern in the details.