Feng Sufei had a headache and felt dizzy. When she fell asleep, she felt very tired.
Just when she was in a daze, she felt someone calling her and calling her name.
The voice was so gentle and pleasant, which made her heart calm down inexplicably.
It seems that listening to this voice can dissipate a lot of fatigue.
It was a very gentle voice. In the haze, she felt that this was the voice she liked.
Nanrong Huai'an gently smoothed Feng Sufei's eyebrows with her hands, "Su Fei, Su Fei..."
Nanrong Huai'an had a good temper and kept calling Feng Sufei's name patiently.
The servants nearby felt a little shocked. The young master's voice was so gentle and patient, and he took the trouble to call the young mistress's name over and over again.
When people listen to it, they are easily moved.
Those people outside don't know anything, and they still make arrangements for young mistresses.
The young master cares so much about the young mistress, but those people don't know.
Nanrong Huaian asked the servants and doctors to go down, and he took care of Feng Sufei in the room alone.
Feng Sufei really wanted to sleep, but the voice kept calling.
She could only slowly open her eyes. When she saw Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei was still a little stunned.
I don’t understand why I saw him when I opened my eyes.
Feng Sufei subconsciously shouted: "Nan Rong Huai'an!"
The name he shouted subconsciously was so distant and indifferent.
Because Feng Sufei did a lot of psychological work for herself during the day, she now subconsciously excludes Nanrong Huai'an. Subconsciously, she only regards him as a person to cooperate with, rather than someone to get close to.
Nanrong Huai'an's expression moved when he heard this call, and his body stiffened.
But Nanrong Huaian's emotional control has always been very strong. He continued to say softly: "Are you awake?"
Feng Sufei looked around and rubbed her head, "I...I am..."
"Do you have a headache? Drink some sobering soup first before you can sleep well."
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an, then looked around, and woke up with a jolt all over her body.
"You... aren't you at the party?"
"The party is over. Your foot is injured. Why didn't you tell me?"
When Feng Sufei heard such a question, she tilted her head and glanced at Nanrong Huai'an, looking into his eyes, which seemed to be shining with worry.
Feng Sufei laughed to herself in her heart. If it were before, she might really believe such worried eyes.
But now she doesn't believe it, not at all.
She smiled softly and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It's not worth making a fuss about."
For some reason, Nanrong Huai'an was very angry after hearing Feng Sufei's indifferent words. He held Feng Sufei's shoulders tightly, "How can you not cherish yourself so much."
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huaian in confusion, "Huaian, it's my foot that hurts, not yours."
Nanrong Huai'an felt like he was getting a headache from being angry at such a sentence again.
But for some reason, when he looked into Feng Sufei's desolate and lonely eyes, all his anger suddenly calmed down.
He sighed and said: "You have to cherish yourself, don't be like this."
"It's okay, the pain in my foot is just a minor injury."
For Feng Sufei, it was really a minor injury.
Back when she was the queen, when she finally died, she really bled a lot, and that was really painful.
And seeing all the subordinates sacrifice themselves to protect her, the pain in my heart is indescribable.
Swollen feet are nothing!