The showers were still beating the world, but he didn't hear any response from An Yang.

The messy pace made his hands tremble.

The little snake, who was tired of calling him master, was now curled up, as if he were dead.

"Eos, Eos"

With an anxious call, he finally heard the little snake hiss uneasily.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you here"

Carefully hugged An Yang into his arms, and his tears fell hotly.

As if sensing his arrival, Yan Mo only felt his heart burn, and the little snake in his arms suddenly turned into a human form.

The hot body completely exceeded the normal body temperature, Yan Mo was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly carried her into the room inside.

"It's cold, it's cold"

In the sound of crying and chirping, Yan Mo encircled her in his arms in distress. Cold sweat was dripping on his pale little face, and every time he touched it, he could feel the heat coming from his body.

"Don't cry, it'll be fine," the choked voice fell softly on An Yang's ears, and he closed his eyes and forced himself not to let the tears fall again.

When Wei Shaoxuan got the news and rushed over, only a dim yellow bedside lamp was left in the room.

A hazy halo shone out the two people on the bed.

He was shocked to see tear stains on Yan Mo's face that had not changed for thousands of years. Ever since he was a child, he thought that Yan Mo would not have any other emotions, but now it seems that everything has changed

Looking at the appearance of the two of them leaning on each other, their palms clenched involuntarily. The sour taste welled up in his throat, causing his eyes to flush slightly.

"Brother" was afraid of disturbing them, and his voice was low with a hoarse sigh, "You asked me about it, and I found the answer." ”

By the time Anyang woke up, three days had passed.

As soon as he moved his fingers slightly, Yan Mo, who was lying next to him, raised his head suddenly.

The moment the red eyes saw her awake, they ignited tenderness, "Do you feel better?"

When he wanted to touch his hand over An Yang's forehead, the person below trembled violently.

"I, I" An Yang lowered his head in a panic, his voice full of grievances, "I didn't mean to cause trouble for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, tears fell without a breath.

Yan Mo's heart suddenly ached, "It's my fault that I didn't close the window properly." ”

God knows how worried he was, this sudden autumn rain made Anyang have a fever and fell asleep for three days. He waited beside him, anxious, wishing that he was the one who was sick.

"No, it's my fault," An Yang grabbed the quilt with his fingers, and his voice trembled with suppression, "The master can't be wrong." It's all my fault, I'm useless. ”

"Eos, I said it's not your fault, it's not your fault," Yan Mo's palm pressed to her side, and when he leaned over, An Yang saw a tenderness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

The light brown eyes behind the lenses, like the bright moon floating on the sea, attracted all her gaze.

Looking at each other, Yan Mo's heart jumped uncontrollably.

An Yang's eyes are clear and moving at all times, and he sees his shallow reflection in these innocent eyes. He suddenly felt the urge to stop her, and he did.

An Yang was taken aback by his actions, his eyes blinked uneasily, and he reluctantly stepped back, widening the distance between the two people, "Don't, you'll be uncomfortable too." ”