You should rest for a while after eating before taking medicine.
Lu Yunchu looked at the heavy snow outside that showed no signs of melting, and worriedly asked Wen Zhan to go back to bed. Although this was a bed and not a kang, it was still warmer than sitting on it.
Wen Zhan was puzzled, so he wrote on his notebook: The bed is a place to sleep, why do you have to stay in bed during the day
The otaku Lu Yunchu felt like he was hit by an arrow in the knee.
"Because you are a patient!" she replied casually.
Today is the first day of the new year, and Wen Zhan put on the new clothes that Lu Yunchu prepared for him. The dark blue collar is trimmed with a circle of short white hair, which makes him look cold and noble.
She said seriously: "Today is the first day of the new year, I should stay in bed."
Wen Zhan was stunned for a moment, frowning and thinking about the rationale of this sentence.
She was no longer joking: "Go quickly, it's very cold today. There's heavy snow outside, I'm afraid you'll be frozen like last time."
Wen Zhan suddenly stopped resisting. Once Lu Yunchu showed a worried look, he would be helpless.
He took off his clothes and climbed into bed, carefully covering himself with the quilt. He looked at Lu Yunchu with clear eyes, as if to say: You can finally let it go now.
Lu Yunchu nodded with satisfaction and turned to go to the kitchen to get him medicine.
Wen Zhan leaned back on the pillow, watched her leave, and then his eyes fell on the sky outside the window.
He looked at the gray sky, suddenly frowned, and sat up vigilantly.
Lu Yunchu came back with the medicine bowl. Seeing that Wen Zhan was not sitting on the bed as he had been when he left, but curled up under the quilt, he smiled and said, "You said you weren't cold just now, but you are cold now?"
Wen Zhan was still shrinking, without moving.
She came closer with the medicine bowl in hand and patted the quilt that was bulging like a hill: "Take the medicine first, and then go to sleep."
As soon as I finished speaking, I realized something was wrong—the bedding was shaking.
Lu Yunchu's heart skipped a beat and he hastily put down the medicine bowl and pulled the quilt hard.
Wen Zhan was curled up against the wall, trembling all over.
"Wen Zhan!" It had been some time since his last attack, and Lu Yunchu was almost forgetting this feeling of helplessness and panic.
She kicked off her shoes in two moves, quickly climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Wen Zhan, and picked him up.
His eyebrows were furrowed, his black hair was messy, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were tightly closed, revealing a struggle. Perhaps it was daytime, so his expression was more clearly seen, and the calm, gray, and decadent temperament on his body reappeared.
Lu Yunchu was most afraid of seeing him in this state. She hugged him, wiped the cold sweat off his face, and called his name.
Hearing her voice, Wen Zhan opened his eyes, and her face was reflected in his misty eyes.
The mist in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his gray and fragile temperament slowly disappeared. He frowned, the pain was still there, but he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and curved his eyebrows at her.
"Wen Zhan?" Lu Yunchu didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that the loud noise would break him.
Wen Zhan's chest rose and fell violently for a few times, and then he calmed down. He gritted his teeth, relaxed his brows, and smiled more properly this time.
This half-broken smile suddenly squeezed Lu Yunchu's waist tightly. She shuddered and suddenly remembered his attack last night: "If I get close to you, will it hurt more?"
Wen Zhan’s body stiffened.
The answer was obvious. Lu Yunchu panicked and wanted to let go and put him on the bed.
As soon as she moved her arm, she was stopped by a hand that suddenly grabbed her.
It was Wen Zhan's hand, slender and pale, with an ugly scar on the wrist.
Wen Zhan grabbed her arm and looked up at her.
His eyes were filled with tears due to pain, they were bright and clear, his eyelashes were trembling, and he stared at her intently, even his pleading was restrained.
A look is worth a thousand words. No matter whether Lu Yunchu misunderstood or not, she didn't want to let go at this moment.
She hugged him, wiped the cold sweat off his face, combed his messy hair, and felt his trembling.
His breathing was disordered, he was trying his best to suppress the pain. This time he did not hide in the corner in a panic like before, but leaned in a warm embrace.
There was a breath of light around her, and Wen Zhan couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality. His hand subconsciously grabbed her arm, unwilling to let go.
This time the attack was as sudden and severe as before, but not as scary as before. He no longer lay on the ground vomiting, nor did he bite his tongue in pain until it bled. The situation seemed to have improved.
Lu Yunchu hugged him, and the pity in his heart was transmitted to Wen Zhan's body through this embrace, soothing most of his pain.
She felt the trembling of the person in her arms gradually stop, and finally he lay weakly in her arms.
Lu Yunchu lowered his head, lifted his hair, held his face, and observed his current condition.
The pain from the attack was so severe that all the blood drained from his face, and his already pale complexion became even paler, almost transparent.
The bloodless lips, the wet hair on his forehead, and the dense beads of sweat on the tip of his nose all revealed his illness.
She wiped the sweat off his face and asked softly, "Is it done?"
Wen Zhan's breathing calmed down, and he leaned his head in her arms, his eyes open in a trance.
His eyes were extremely clear, like glass beads soaked in spring water on an autumn night. Although he had clearly lost all his strength, he used up his last bit of strength to nod at this moment, revealing a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.
The way he smiled was totally inconsistent with his cold appearance. The corners of his mouth were raised high, and his eyes and lips were curved, like the first blossoms of tung trees, with a pure and romantic look.
Especially with his sweaty black hair, he looked like a lotus emerging from water. Lu Yunchu was shaken for a moment and asked hesitantly, "What are you laughing at..."
Wen Zhan closed his eyes again, took a few breaths, and then gathered enough strength to shake his head.
Um... I won't tell you.
Lu Yunchu was very confused. She reached out and held his face, straightened his head, and looked at him seriously.
Being stared at by her like this, Wen Zhan stopped smiling. His eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to open his eyes but didn't dare to.
Slowly, a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks, making him look even sicker.
Lu Yunchu nervously touched his forehead and said, "What's wrong? Is he having a fever?"
Wen Zhan rarely resisted, and turned his head away to prevent her from touching his forehead.
Lu Yunchu was unsure of what he meant, so he pouted and put his head on the pillow: "Take a break and catch your breath. There's still some warm water on the stove. I'll make you a bowl to wipe your sweat."
Wen Zhan nodded.
Lu Yunchu went to the kitchen and brought back a basin of water. Just as she walked to the door, a dark shadow rushed towards her, which scared her.
Looking closely, it turned out to be Wen Jue.
He rushed to Lu Yunchu and realized that she was dressed casually and not quite appropriate. He looked away quickly: "What are you doing!"
Lu Yunchu was about to ask, "What are you doing? Barging into someone else's yard without even saying hello."
"I wanted to say hello, but why is there no maid in your courtyard?"
Lu Yunchu was stunned for a moment. Perhaps she was asked to go back for the New Year yesterday, so she went back for the New Year
She didn't understand, nor did she need to understand, so she asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"
Wen Jue paused like a firecracker that had gone out, and lowered his voice: "I always feel like I forgot something. It's something very important, it seems to be a conversation. I have to talk to him."
Lu Yunchu was holding a basin of water and was too lazy to chat with him because his hands were sore.
She stepped into the wing room, casually put the bottom of the copper plate against the flower stand at the door, and then continued to talk to him: "Can you be more reasonable and do whatever you want? Do you think the whole world has to cooperate with you?"
Wen Jue was stunned: "What's wrong with me? I just wanted to talk to him."
"You can just barge into someone else's courtyard early in the morning, rush straight into the room without informing anyone if there's no maid?"
Wen Jue didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did, but he became furious when Lu Yunchu mocked him like that. Just as he was about to argue with her, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the purse on the flower stand out of the corner of his eye.
"This, this is not..."
Lu Yunchu then discovered that there was a purse on the flower stand. It must have been thrown on the ground by Wen Zhan that day, and she picked it up and put it here casually.
She raised her eyebrows: "Why, you want to take it again?"
Wen Jue's face flushed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course not." He explained, "Why don't you pack up such an important item? What's the matter with leaving it here?"
Lu Yunchu held the copper plate with one hand and picked up the purse with the other, saying noncommittally: "Is it important? You're the only one who's eyeing it so eagerly."
"Lu Yunchu!" He couldn't help getting angry again, but he quickly suppressed his anger and explained, "It may be important to him... This is the purse his mother gave him on his birthday."
Lu Yunchu showed a look of surprise on his face. He turned over the purse and saw a few lines of small words on the back, embroidered with his nickname and birthday greetings.
"The fifteenth day of the first lunar month..." Lu Yunchu read out, "Lantern Festival?"
Wen Jue was stunned. He clearly remembered the purse, but he didn't remember Wen Zhan's birthday. He murmured, "Yes, the Lantern Festival. Why don't I have any impression of it..."
His meaningless words made Lu Yunchu feel a headache. What else could it be? It was simply because Wen Zhan was an insignificant supporting role. The male protagonist remembered the origin of the purse and the pattern of the purse, but could not remember the information of the purse's owner.
Wen Jue shook his head, threw away his confused thoughts, and walked around Lu Yunchu into the room.
Lu Yunchu put the copper plate on the ground and quickly followed him: "What are you doing? He is tired just now and needs to rest now. Are you sick?"
Before she could finish her curse, Wen Jue froze in place.
He looked at Wen Zhan lying on the bed, his black hair disheveled, his shirt messy and wet against his cheeks, the abnormal blush on his face still not gone away, he lay there powerlessly with his head tilted, looking full of the smell of being ravaged.
He took a few steps back in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.
"You, you...you actually...how could you?" He turned around abruptly and looked at Lu Yunchu, his face turning blue and red.
"What's wrong with me?" Lu Yunchu was confused.
He squeezed out two words from the corner of his mouth: "Shameless."
Lu Yunchu was even more confused. He pulled him away to avoid disturbing Wen Zhan's rest: "What are you talking about?"
Wen Jue twisted his arm and shook her hand off: "Don't pull it." The impact of this matter was too great, and he really couldn't hold it in. "Although you are husband and wife, you are, you are not a proper couple at all. How can you..."
Lu Yunchu: “Ah?”
After he finished speaking, he hung his head in despair, and his whole body was drained of strength in an instant: "I, I was so angry at the time that I let him marry a wife, and I took the mission and ran away. I thought he would regret it if he didn't listen to my advice." He looked very sad, "I shouldn't have been angry. Ah Zhan... Ah Zhan is such a person, how could he be deceived by such a woman..."
Lu Yunchu always understood what was going on, raised his hand and punched him: "Get out of here!"
Wen Jue rolled away in a panic.
Lu Yunchu walked into the inner room. Wen Jue had a loud voice, so Wen Zhan must have heard what he said.
Wen Zhan heard her footsteps and turned his head to look at her.
Lu Yunchu was speechless: "Is he mentally ill? He actually thinks I've 'ruined' you."
Wen Zhan suddenly started to choke and cough, which was terrifying to watch.
Lu Yunchu quickly shut up and supported him worriedly, but saw a helpless bitter smile on his face. It turned out that he was not sick, but was irritated by the words of Wen Jue and Lu Yunchu.
Lu Yunchu felt very guilty. He sat beside the bed, looking at his thin body, and suddenly put the purse in his hand into his sleeve.
Wen Zhan casually threw the purse aside. There must be some unhappy memories there, so she used happy memories to cover up those unhappy memories.
His birthday is insignificant to the protagonist and the plot, but not to her. If no one in the world cares, then she will care.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she wanted to celebrate Wen Zhan's birthday in a grand manner.