Lin Yan lay on the bed, feeling as if his body was on fire, his mind was chaotic, all kinds of thoughts and memories intertwined, and finally turned into a vague and familiar figure, drifting away in the dim light...
She stretched out her hand, but her body seemed to be imprisoned by invisible shackles, unable to move, no matter how hard she grabbed it, she saw that figure being swallowed by the darkness little by little...
"Ah Cheng..." Lin Yan's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Lin Yan's fever hadn't subsided yet, and everyone in the room was too worried to leave, so Sun Shuoran lay down on the edge of the bed.
Hearing Lin Yan's murmur, Sun Shuoran immediately raised his head, "Master... what did you say? Are you calling me?"
King, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at him, "Stop being so sentimental."
Sun Shuoran hummed, "Why am I so sentimental, I'm so obedient and obedient, isn't it normal for Master to dream of me?"
"Ah Cheng..." Lin Yan frowned.
The butcher pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, "Master seems to be calling Shigong."
He Lefeng scratched his head, "What does Master mean?"
Sun Shuoran: "Master is the master's husband, you are a native of China and your Chinese is not good?"
He Lefeng came back to his senses, "Ah, you mean that cheap husband that Sister Yan lost her memory..."
Mo Shuyun said, "Well, as far as I know, the goddess seems to be divorcing her husband recently, so she is in a bad mood..."
He Lefeng muttered, "Who is that cheap husband of Sister Yan? Is it reliable? Although Sister Yan has lost his memory, but he has not lost his memory. Why hasn't he come to Sister Yan all these years? Sister Yan? Divorce him only after discovering his true face, Sister Yan must have been cheated by him, is he greedy for Sister Yan's money?"
Yun Xuan and others who knew the identity of this wild man's husband: "..."
"Divorce is divorce. With Sister Yan's conditions, what kind of man can't be found!"
He Lefeng vomited indignantly, and Lin Yan, who had been sleeping on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
"Sister Yan, you're awake!" He Lefeng's expression brightened.
However, in the next second, He Lefeng was so frightened by the icy coldness in the girl's eyes that he subconsciously stopped, not daring to go forward.
"Liger Liger, you're awake, are you feeling better?" Sun Shuoran, who was about to lean over, also noticed that Lin Yan's expression was wrong.
It was obviously still the same person, but his eyes looked very strange, and the oppressive feeling in those eyes almost made people dare not look directly at them.
"Master, did you have a nightmare?" The butcher also asked concerned.
The girl's gaze was empty and cold, mixed with a trace of confusion, and she glanced over the several people in the room calmly.
However, after a few seconds, the girl's eyesight had returned to clarity.
Lin Yan sat up, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead without saying a word, then frowned slightly.
Then, Lin Yan picked up the thermometer next to the bed and took his own temperature.
Sun Shuoran, He Lefeng and the others looked at Lin Yan's slightly abnormal appearance, and looked at each other, but they didn't think much about it, after all, he was in a state of fever and unconsciousness.
Lin Yan tore off a new cooling patch and put it on his forehead, then asked, "Have you taken your medicine?"
Sun Shuoran and He Lefeng nodded subconsciously together: "I fed you antipyretics just now."
Lin Yan: "Why didn't you send it to the hospital?"
Lin Yan's tone suddenly made people feel more oppressed. It felt like being asked by a teacher why he didn't hand in his summer homework. The people in the room looked at each other for a while and didn't dare to answer.