The kang was hot, and Yun Xiu's cold body also warmed up, and after a moment of sleepiness, her eyelids drooped heavily, and in a daze, she fell asleep again.

The firewood at the bottom of the pot was still burning, and in the cold and gray room where no sun was shining, the firelight hit Zhao Zhengyang's body, setting off his angular handsome face even more handsome.

But at this moment, he seemed to be a little absent-minded, a pair of thick black and slender brows were furrowed tightly, and his long eyelashes flickered by the firelight, making it impossible to see any emotion in his dark eyes.

The firewood burned more and more, and Zhao Zhengyang simmered two fat sweet potatoes in the ashes at the bottom of the pot.

Standing up, he came to open a crack in the window, and he put his face on the crack in the window and blew the cold air, and then closed the window again.

Turning around to the pot, he reached out and lifted the wooden lid of the pot, picked up the gourd scoop, scooped two scoops of hot water and poured it into the wooden basin.

Then he scooped out two scoops of cold water from the wooden barrel resting on the ground and mixed them into the wooden basin, then put down the gourd scoop, picked up the wooden barrel, and poured all the cold water from the wooden barrel into the pot.

Put down the wooden barrel, take a piece of white cotton cloth from the rope hanging in the house and put it into the wooden basin, pick up the wooden basin, Zhao Zhengyang opened the curtain and walked into the room.

Su Yunxiu on the kang is already asleep, and it is estimated that he will not wake up for a while.

Putting the wooden basin aside, Zhao Zhengyang picked up the cotton cloth in the basin and squeezed it, wring out the water. spread out the cotton cloth again, and carefully wiped it on Su Yunxiu's face.

Right cheek, chin, left cheek, nose, forehead, eyebrows.

Wiped to the eyebrows and eyes, Zhao Zhengyang's big hand paused, and a memory that he didn't want to think of rushed into his mind, and suddenly his eyes were hot.

This woman who loved him deeply died for him in her previous life.

In his previous life, also three days ago, he rescued her from the icy river and brought her home. As soon as she got home, when she woke up again, she couldn't remember anything from the past.

Since he couldn't remember, seeing that she was homeless, he left her behind.

It wasn't until three years later that she suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared in Huainan Mansion.

I thought goodbye to them as familiar strangers.

But after three years of getting along, the two of them have a deep love.

He was doing something for someone at the time, and he was in a crisis, and she learned that she had exchanged her life for his life.

Reliving a lifetime, he Zhao Zhengyang swore that he must love her well, protect her well, and not let her be hurt in the slightest.

Merely...... He is selfish.

In this life, he knew Su Yunxiu's true identity, if he had sent her back when he rescued her three days ago, maybe the fate of both of them could be rewritten in this life.

But he didn't want to!

He wanted to keep her by his side and take care of her himself.

"Hot, hot......"

Zhao Zhengyang was distracted, his eyes were slightly red, and suddenly a delicate voice sounded.

Then, the person lying on the kang with a red face kicked open the quilt covering her, stretched out her limbs on all fours, and kicked her legs on the huge kang.

Zhao Zhengyang, who was startled, thought she had woken up, but when he saw that she was just talking in her sleep, her heartbeat gradually eased.

Putting down the cotton cloth in his hand, he picked up the quilt that was kicked open by Su Yunxiu, and he put it back on her.

Even if it's hot!

Her physical condition has finally improved, and she can't get cold anymore.

After covering her with the quilt, Zhao Zhengyang looked at her pouting little mouth and ruddy little face, and only felt that her heart was full at the moment.