Until then, once his spirit relaxed, he could no longer hold it up.
Lying in front of her bed, his eyelids fell heavily, and he slept so sweetly.
The peasant woman cooked the porridge and medicine, and when she brought the tray into the room, she found that the room was quiet.
The patient on the bed slept peacefully, his face was rosy, no longer as pale and haggard as yesterday, and his breathing was even calmer.
But the young man in black was lying on the bedside, soundly asleep. In his sleep, he still held his wife's hand tightly with one hand, refusing to let go.
The peasant woman couldn't help but chuckle, not wanting to disturb Mo Chuan, and gently placed the tray in front of the bed.
Little did he know that with such a small movement, Mo Chuan was awakened. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a pair of stern cold light shot towards the peasant woman, startling her.
"Official, I came here to bring porridge and medicine to the little lady. Since you're awake, it's up to you to feed the little lady. I see that the little lady looks much better today. It's all thanks to your care, officer. When the little lady wakes up, I must tell her what a good man she married and who takes such good care of her. He is a blessing that no one else can envy. "
The peasant woman said with a smile.
Mo Chuan nodded gratefully at her and shook his head. This move made the peasant woman confused and looked at him in confusion.
"Thank you, auntie. She just woke up in a while. Please don't say anything. Just say that you will take care of me this day and night. Don't mention me." Mo Chuan said slowly.
"Why? You are obviously an official and you take good care of my little lady. How can I take the credit?" the peasant woman asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Mo Chuan shook his head again, unwilling to explain, and took out a piece of silver and put it in the peasant woman's hand.
"Please put it away. This is my wish. Just remember to do as I say."
The peasant woman looked at him blankly. Although she didn't understand what he meant, she heard the determination in his tone, so she nodded, looked at Shen Ning on the bed, and screamed in surprise and joy.
"Ah, the little lady is about to wake up!"
Mo Chuan perked up and quickly turned to look at Shen Ning.
Shen Ning felt that she had had a long and sweet dream. She was indulged in the dream and was reluctant to wake up.
She could no longer remember the scene or the characters in the dream. She only remembered that she was shivering in the cold wind, and suddenly came to a place where spring flowers were blooming. It was very warm, and the fragrance of peach blossoms wafted in the wind, and she felt so drunk. Being drunk made her feel drunk but not drunk, half awake but not awake. Her whole body felt like she was immersed in a pool of warm water, warm and lazy.
But in a daze, she felt that she must be sick, and her condition was not serious. Someone was taking care of her all night long. The handkerchief on her forehead was always cold to the bone, bringing her the slightest coolness and making her feel comfortable. No more chills and fever.
Several times, she tried to open her eyes to see who this person was who was taking care of her all the time, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them. She could only close her eyes, her consciousness half-conscious and half-conscious. , feeling everything around you.
The conversation between Mo Chuan and the peasant woman reached her ears intermittently, gradually awakening her consciousness.
She heard a man's deep, soft voice.
Someone is talking. Who is it? Is he the one who takes care of himself
who is he? Could it be Chu Shaoyang? Shaoyang... is back