The man was still asleep, and those who didn't know must have thought that he slept soundly, but Dawn knew that he had been devoured by Xiao Maruko twice in such a short period of time, and his body must be unbearable.

I'm afraid that tomorrow he will be sick.

If he can't afford to fall ill, it will be difficult for her to make progress in her search for the truth.

However, she also thought that she was not so great, and used her magic to heal him.

Anyway, her numerology was changed because of him, and her heart was taken away because of him.

Therefore, it is already considered her duty to guard him and not let him be hurt again, right?

Thinking like this, dawn chose a place next to his bed, sat down, closed his eyes and continued to practice.

The wind blew the clouds, and the moon appeared again in the dark sky, and the moonlight like water shone through the window, and the room was full of silver light.

The good-looking eyebrows of the sleeping man on the bed gradually twisted, and the pale color on his face was gradually replaced by ruddy, but after that, his whole face became more and more red, and his breathing became hot and humid, and even the air seemed to be infected.

When I close my eyes at dawn, I feel the burning sensation of the air around me.

She knew that he had a high fever and was menacing.

However, she didn't know what to do.

She hadn't learned how to use magic to make his illness go away.

If you use mana to heal him, it will consume too much of her energy, and Maruko is still waiting nearby, if she loses too much mana, both of them will fall into his hands.

Of course, again, she is not that great.

However, she couldn't let him go like that.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Dawn opened her eyes and got up, she saw that most of the quilt on the man on the bed was not covered on his body, probably because his fever was too hot.

Let's help him cover the quilt first, she thought.

Hands slowly reached over, she held her breath and carefully ...... Fear woke him up, but her hand was grabbed by one hand before it touched the quilt.

Dawn was so frightened that she couldn't help but open her eyes wide, looking at the hand that was grabbing her wrist, and forgot to move for a moment.

He could actually grab her hand.

The temperature on the wrist is very real.

"Water ......"

A murmur woke the stunned dawn, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand.

However, it can't be withdrawn.

He held it too tightly.

"Water, it's so hot......" Shi Jingjue was still muttering unconsciously.

What to do? Dawn was a little anxious.

Looking at his furrowed brows and bloodless lips...... She couldn't help lowering her voice and said gently, "You...... You let me go first, and I'll pour you water. She was so anxious that she forgot that he couldn't hear her.

However, the man on the bed seemed to hear it, and slowly let go of his grip on her.

Dawn felt relieved for a while, and before it was too late, she wanted to run outside and find him a glass of water.

Holding the water, she was in a dilemma again, how to let him drink it?

Put it in his hand and let him drink it himself? Or use magic to feed him directly.

She didn't think about feeding her herself anyway.

After thinking about it, she decided to use a spell.

A person unconscious with a high fever, she didn't expect him to be able to hold the cup and drink on his own, after all, she couldn't wake him up.

After drinking the water, he seemed to feel a little more comfortable, no longer murmuring unbearably, and the dawn homeopathic quilt also helped him cover.

It's just that the flush on his face is getting thicker and thicker, and his breathing is getting hotter and hotter.

Dawn knew that if this situation was left untreated, something would happen.

But how could she call an ambulance for him?

Hit 120? But the people on the other side of the phone can't hear her!

What to do? Dawn was so anxious that she walked around the room.

Even she didn't realize why she was in such a hurry.

Walking into the living room and looking at the landline, she thought that Jing Jue's mother would call every day these days, so his mother's phone must have been stored there.

If she dials, it depends on luck whether someone can answer it in the middle of the night.

No, the phone didn't go out more than three times before someone answered, it was his mother's voice, she remembered her voice.

"Jing Jue, what's wrong?"

Dawn didn't respond to her, just took the microphone and tapped it on the table, hoping that she would understand what she meant.

"Jing Jue, what is wrong with you? Don't scare Mom......" The voice over there was already a thick sense of worry, even fear.

Dawn didn't hang up the phone, and continued to take the microphone and knock on the table a few times in an orderly manner.

"Don't worry, your dad and I will go over right away, don't be afraid ......"

This sounded like she was comforting the person on the phone, but Dawn knew that she was comforting herself, and she was the one who was really afraid.

As a mother, she is really conscientious.

After making the call, Dawn entered the room again, she couldn't let him be alone in the room now, not to mention that he was sick, the most important thing was that Maruko didn't know when it would come out.

Under the soft moonlight, Dawn saw that the man on the bed had lifted the quilt she had just covered for him.

He lay there, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy and rapid, sweat profusing from his forehead, and he even ripped off his pajamas because of the heat, exposing a large part of his chest to the air, which was slightly undulating, and there was a scar on his left chest......

For some reason, this time dawn saw that the scar from his chest surgery did not swell up with anger and injustice.

She walked over calmly and helped him put the quilt on.

It's just that as soon as the quilt was covered, the man began to struggle to lift it.

Dawn held the quilt helplessly, and the ghost leaned over in his ear and said, "Wait a little longer, the doctor will be here soon." ”

She was sure that his mother would come with the doctor.

Hospital, isn't it just their house? That's why you can do whatever you want.

That's when she remembered, what was she doing? Gently soothe him?

Because he's sick?

Because his heart is in him?

Or is it because he knows that he likes himself and is looking for himself?

None of this was enough for her to do this.

Because, her heart was not willingly given to him.

For some reason, it felt so familiar that she leaned over and spoke in her ear, as if it were ...... She's done it a thousand times.

She didn't understand what kind of entanglement there was between herself and him?

The man on the bed seemed to really hear the words of dawn and slowly stopped struggling.

Dawn looked stunned, could he really hear her? It seems that just now her hand was grabbed by him and asked him to let go, and he let go.

If he can hear her, does that mean he can see her too?

For a while, dawn was in turmoil.

Although, she has no heart anymore.

She stood in front of the bed, looking at his face in the moonlight, trying to find the depths of her memory to see if she could find the slightest trace.

But no, there was no memory of him.

She was sure that they must not have known each other before.

"Thirsty ......," the man called again.

Dawn could only go out and continue to bring him water, and then she didn't need to use magic, and directly helped him to feed him, anyway, he was already burning unconscious.

No, he wanted another cup after drinking, so dawn fed him three glasses of water.

When it was finally over, she breathed a sigh of relief, and heard hurried footsteps outside, accompanied by the sound of a woman's worry.

Dawn knew that his parents had arrived, with a doctor.

Listening to the footsteps, there were at least five people coming.

Since they came, she couldn't stay in this room, and besides, she was always a little unspeakably unhappy to see his mother.

Before the men could enter the room, she floated out of the window. Just right, one person breathable.

It's just that you can't go too far.

She knew that Maruko was nearby, waiting for an opportunity.

It was evening when Shi Jingjue opened his eyes again, his fever had subsided, but he didn't have much strength in his body, he sat up with his body propped up, and said a little weakly: "Mom, are you here?" ”

"Finally awake? Don't move yet, I'll ......" Seeing that his son woke up, Qu Feiyan finally let go of the heart he had been carrying, stepped forward to help him sit up, put a pillow on the back, and asked, "Do you want to drink water?" ”

Shi Jingjue shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "No need, I'm not thirsty." Why did he feel like someone had fed him water?

"Is it you, who has been guarding me?" He asked, tentatively.

"Yes, Mom has always been by your side." Qu Feiyan said softly, "Your father also went to the company in the afternoon, and I will come to see you later." ”

Hearing this, Shi Jingjue showed a pale smile and said softly: "Mom, thank you!" ”

For some reason, knowing that his mother had been guarding him, he felt a little lost.

He should have been scared, but he was faintly expecting something.

Is it crazy?

Qu Feiyan tucked the quilt he had loosened because he sat up, and glared at him dissatisfied: "You, what are you talking about?" I'm your mother, I don't take care of you, who takes care of you? I told you to move back to the old house, or we came here to accompany you, but you don't want to, I wouldn't have known you were sick if it wasn't for that phone call last night. After a pause, she added, "It's okay, I still know how to call." ”

Shi Jingjue looked up at her suspiciously: "Phone? ”

"Yes, you called me last night, otherwise I wouldn't have arrived in time with the doctor."

He was even more puzzled: "I called you?" ”

"Not really." Qu Feiyan explained, "You must have been burned last night, and you didn't say a word when the phone rang, it really scared me and your dad to death, so I came with a doctor overnight." ”

"I see!" Shi Jingjue muttered to himself a little distractedly, and then said to his mother, "I'm sorry to worry you and Dad." ”

"Okay, don't talk for now, have a good rest, I'll go see if the porridge your Aunt Fang cooked for you is okay."

Until his mother's figure left the room, Shi Jingjue still couldn't come back to his senses, he really didn't remember the phone call last night.

Was it really a mess last night?

But why does he always feel like someone is there for him in his sleep?