Leng Yue quickly returned to the hall and quickly returned to his room. She dried her hair, changed out of her wet clothes, and lay down.

Guo Jia, the moment Leng Yue turned to leave, he instinctively leaned forward, as if to hold her......

Watching Leng Yue's figure disappear, Guo Jia took a step back and leaned back against the trunk of the tree.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, and watched the clouds in the twilight move slowly, and a few sentences floated in his mind:

I also asked about the news of the drizzle, and I also asked about the drift of the clouds, but what I couldn't ask was the emotion of love.

*

The next morning, the rain was pounding crisply on the windowpane, and the wind outside the window was howling and sighing.

After falling asleep in a daze all night, when Leng Yue got out of bed in her clothes, she only felt lightheaded, and there were like a hundred people in her head, beating violently with a hammer, and every nerve in her was painful.

She stumbled to the bathroom to freshen up, and the people in the mirror startled herself! so pale, so haggard...... It's like ...... A paper man!

"I can't be so weak anyway......" she threw cold water on her face, trying to refresh herself a little. "I can't be so helpless no matter what......"

Leng Yue bit her lip and shook her head.

But no, her headache was even worse...... It hurt so much that her stomach was churning and she almost wanted to vomit.

It looks like it's a cold, she thought.

She hadn't been wearing much of her clothes when she came back from outside last night, and it was suddenly getting cold.

If she was at home, she should lie back, but not now! she had a lot of work to do, and another busy day awaited her.

Leng Yue struggled, her body shook, and there was a deep, miserable sadness in her heart.

In this moment, she was like a frustrated child, she was cold, scared and depressed. Because, her headache was about to explode, her eyes were full of stars shining, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She staggered down the stairs and stumbled down the hall......

There seemed to be a large number of vague figures in front of her, and she heard exclamations, and heard Yuan Shan and Yuan Li's anxious, eager, and loving cries:

"Ye Shuang! what's wrong with you?!"

"Far - mountain!"

She grabbed the front hands, the most powerful hands, like a drowning man grasping a piece of driftwood.

"Far Mountain ......"

She called, trying to concentrate her thoughts.

"I'm here to finish...... Our...... ...... agreed," she seemed to whisper.

She fell.

The last consciousness was that Yuan Li was shouting one after another: "Call! Call quickly, find Dr. Zhang!"

*

Leng Yue lay groggily in bed for two or three days.

She knew she was sick, she had always been healthy, but her condition was menacing, and she was having a high fever.

Vaguely, she knew that in front of her bed, there was a crowd of people coming and going. She was sure that all the families in Yuanshan had come, even Xiaojuan and her two children. Only Yuanshan has never come up, and she knows that his legs can't go up the stairs yet.

When hanging the bottle, it seemed that Yuan Li had been accompanying her.

As for herself, she seems to have been crying, shouting, and talking. She didn't know exactly what she was shouting or saying.

Then, slowly, she came to her senses.

With this sobriety, she was frightened and worried!

She thought, does everyone know that she is Leng Yue?!

However, Yuan Li took her hand with pity, only deep care and distress. She also said vigorously:

"I'm sorry, Ye Shuang! These days, letting you take on so much housework alone has finally exhausted you...... Sister-in-law Li has come back, I asked her to cook chicken soup for you to drink, you must be good, don't scare me. ”

So, she knew that she wasn't 'goofing'.

Lying there, her illness was gone. However, she was reluctant to get out of bed. At the bottom of her heart, she deeply felt her loneliness, frustration and sorrow.

She was so depressed that she could no longer lift her former vitality. She didn't want to laugh, she didn't want to talk, and she didn't know what to do next...... She closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. After the high fever, she always felt cold, and the cold air came out from the depths of her heart.

Hearing a voice beside the bed, she thought it was Yuan Li, she reached out and grabbed it, and said in her mouth: "Yuan Li, I'm cold!"

Her hand was held by a strong hand.

She was startled and quickly opened her eyes, so she saw Guo Jia holding her hand.

He clenched it tightly with his large, warm hands, trying to warm her cold little hands with his own body heat.

She glanced around, there was no one in the room, only her and Guo Jia. She panicked and quickly withdrew her hand from his.

Guo Jia smiled and looked at her very gently, "When you fainted, I picked you up! Now, in my arms, I still have your body fragrance......"

"Really?"

She asked softly, softly.

"Hmm!"

Guo Jia looked at her with surprise, joy and sadness, and distrust.

"You've forgiven me, haven't you? You don't hate me anymore, do you? You want to get back together with me, do you?"

His questions were urgent and messy, and his heart almost stopped beating with excitement.

"Come here!"

Leng Yue whispered, a gentle, sad smile floating on her lips.

He leaned in close to her and bowed his head, but as soon as he touched her cold lips, she stood up, mustered all her strength, and slapped Guo Jia's gentle, bookish cheek hard.

Leng Yue gritted her teeth and said with grief and indignation:

"This is the ...... I beat you for Yuan Li," she gasped: "Back then...... It's not enough that you've abandoned our feelings, do you still want to abandon her feelings? Abandon her love for you? Do you think I'm still as confused by your sweet words as I was back then! This time, I can't escape your clutches? Do you think you're a beautiful son, a public lover?"

"Yue'er!"

Guo Jia left the cold moon in front of him.

He caressed the beaten cheek with one hand, and quietly looked at her with a timid, apologetic, withdrawn, and uneasy look, but his eyes were full of care and pity.

"Yue'er," he whispered, "you don't want to do this...... You don't know how difficult it is for me to meet you alone! You don't know how many nights I've been worried about you, and I can't sleep...... I really want to live peacefully with you, I really want to be sick in your place. ”

"You-don't care about him, Guo Jia!"