"Okay." Xicheng responded across the bed.
Afraid of disturbing the child, Xia Nuan didn't speak any more. She just gently held one of her son's little hands, lying on the bed with her other arm, resting her head on it, and looking at her son's little face.
In the past two days, the child was not around. She could not sleep almost all night, and she tried hard to control herself not to look at him. She was suffering every moment.
Now that she could finally hold his little hand, she felt much more at ease. As the night deepened, her tiredness gradually rose, and she fell asleep unconsciously.
Across from him, Xicheng raised his wrist to check the time—more than an hour had passed since the last time he took his temperature.
Not seeing Xia Nuan's movements, he stood up carefully and saw that she had closed her eyes at some point, and one hand was still holding the child's little hand. It seemed that she was already holding it.
Gently walking around the head of the bed, he carefully opened the drawer and took out the self-blood thermometer.
His eyes fell on Xia Nuan beside the bed. He paused, put down the thermometer, took out the blanket Xu Yang brought from the paper bag, and carefully put it on her shoulders.
After making sure he didn't wake her up, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the hospital bed again, and gently put the thermometer under the little one's armpit.
As Xia Nuan expected, the child's body temperature did not rise again and remained at 37 degrees 1. Xicheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.
After yawning, Xicheng took a paper cup, brewed a cup of coffee that Xu Yang had poured over him, took two big sips to refresh himself, and stood up to turn off the headlights.
The room immediately darkened, leaving only the soft light of the bedside lamp.
It was already late at night, the hospital was very quiet, and the ward was also quiet. Only the faint breathing of one large and one small could be heard.
Xicheng raised his right hand and put his elbow on the table, gently leaned his head on it, stared at his son for a moment, and his eyes naturally fell on Xia Nuan's face again.
At this time, she had changed her posture, folding her hands on the bed and resting her head on them.
That look immediately reminded him of when he was in high school.
One day at noon, when he returned to the classroom, she was resting on the table like this, her long hair sliding down to half cover her face, and her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face.
That was the first time he took a serious look at a girl. It wasn't until that day that he discovered that her new deskmate was very beautiful!
Staring at Xia Nuan across from him, Xicheng unconsciously fell into memories.
He remembered what happened in high school, sitting at the same table with her and participating in competitions. Later, he went to study abroad and went to school specifically to find her, but she was not there... From then on, we were separated by worlds.
Even at that time, he even prepared a small gift for her, and thought that when saying goodbye, he might ask her for her email number.
It's a pity that everything can only become a hypothesis.
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"Nian Nian!" Opposite me, Xia Nuan suddenly frowned and whispered, "Nian Nian..."
Xicheng came to his senses, stood up and gently held her shoulders.
"Xia Nuan, Xia Nuan!"
Xia Nuan woke up from the nightmare, looked at him, then looked at the son in front of her, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Sorry, I... I fell asleep."
"It's okay!" Xicheng glanced at her slightly pale face worriedly, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's just... a nightmare." Xia Nuan stood up and felt the blanket slipping off her body. She hurriedly turned around and picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground. She grabbed the blanket and looked back at his face, "Thank you. "
There were only two of them in the house, and she knew that he had built it for her without asking.
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good afternoon