Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

Only a small bedside lamp was lit in the room. In the dim light, Shang Chenyan saw her face, which was abnormally red, and her neck was covered in beads of sweat.

He must have gotten caught in the rain and developed a fever.

At this hour, calling a family doctor is less efficient than going directly to the hospital.

Shang Chenyan gently patted her face: "Shi Ying, you're sick. Get up and go to the hospital."

The girl on the bed seemed annoyed by the noise, so she shrank further under the covers, leaving only the top of her hair exposed for him.

Shang Chenyan remained silent for a moment, then, fearing she might feel stifled, he pulled the blanket down a little before straightening up and turning on the chandelier.

The glaring light made Shi Ying hide under the covers again.

The man went to the dressing room and got her a long coat. He helped her up and wrapped her tightly in the coat before carrying her out the door.

At night, the roads in Jiangcheng are quiet and empty.

Shi Ying drifted off to sleep, feeling as if she had been walking for a long time on a pitch-black road until a light appeared ahead. She rushed over, but was startled by the sudden white light and quickly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a classroom.

It looked like a university lecture hall. She saw herself sitting in the very back corner, next to a boy whose face she couldn't make out.

"I'm sick, my head hurts so much, can you do my homework for me?"

Shi Ying, wrapped in a thick scarf, lay on the table and acted coquettishly towards the boy next to her.

The boy patted her head: "I took your class notes for you. The assignment is due next week. Do it yourself when you're better."

"I don't."

Shi Ying acted spoiled, pulling down her scarf to show him her face, which was flushed red from the burns: "It really hurts! Look, how can I think straight with my face burned like this?"

The boy cupped her burning face in his cool hands: "To help you cool down."

Shi Ying got angry, pulled her hand away and pressed it against his neck. His head was hot, but her hand was cold, making the boy shiver.

She complained, "So stingy."

The boy wasn't angry at all. Instead, he pulled her wrist down and pressed it against his abdomen: "It's warm in here, want to warm up?"

Shi Ying blushed and scolded, "You rascal!"

Shi Ying stared blankly at the scene. This classroom was unfamiliar to her; it was not the place where she studied in the real world.

The bell rang suddenly, and the students walked out of the classroom one by one. The two people who were flirting in the corner also packed their bags and walked out.

The boy turned his head and said something to the girl, the sunlight illuminating his smiling profile.

Shi Ying hurriedly tried to chase after them, but she couldn't move and could only watch helplessly as the two figures disappeared from sight.

"woke up?"

A familiar male voice rang in her ears, and Shi Ying suddenly woke up from her dream.

She stood there for a moment, then turned her head slightly and saw Shang Chenyan's handsome and aloof profile. He was pressing his thin lips together, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

She remained silent for a long time, and in a daze, she felt that the profile looked familiar.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Shi Ying snapped out of her reverie, nodded, and asked, "President Shang, where are we going?"

Her voice was very hoarse when she spoke, and Shi Ying felt as if her throat was being cut by a knife.

Shang Chenyan glanced at her and explained, "The hospital."

"I hadn't seen you come downstairs for a while, so I went up to call you and found out you had a fever."

"I'll be fine after a good night's sleep, I don't want to go to the hospital..." Shi Ying muttered, her head down.

Shang Chenyan didn't look at her, but simply said, "Touch your head, it's so hot you could fry an egg on it."

Shi Ying pouted and touched her forehead; it was burning hot.

It was already 2 a.m. when they arrived at the private hospital. Shi Ying was dizzy and struggled to open the car door. As soon as she stood up, her legs felt weak.

As she slid down, a strong arm caught her around the waist.

Shang Chenyan picked the person up in his arms.

Shi Ying leaned back against him, feeling relaxed. In her hazy state, a scene seemed to flash through her mind, accompanied by a deep sigh:

"How can I feel comfortable letting you live alone like this?"

Shi Ying shook her head and opened her eyes: "What did you say?"

Shang Chenyan didn't stop walking, and glanced down at her: "I didn't say anything."

"I think you're hallucinating from the fever."

The doctor quickly examined Shi Ying and told her that she had to stay for an IV drip.

In the empty hospital room, Shi Ying leaned against the bed, staring blankly at the medicine bottle above her head. The room was very warm, so she took off her coat because she felt a little hot.

He was wearing the same blue and yellow SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas under his white down jacket, which looked rather comical.

Shang Chenyan was on the phone outside. The door to the ward wasn't closed properly, and Shi Ying could see the man's tall and broad back through the crack.

She couldn't help but think that Shang Chenyan was not as cold as the rumors suggested. On the contrary, he was gentle, helpful, and good at managing a household.

He's simply a wonderful husband and father!

Shi Ying stared at his back for a while, but finally couldn't resist the drowsiness and curled up in bed to fall asleep.

When Shang Chenyan pushed the door open again, he saw her asleep, facing the door.

He slowly walked over, gazing at her flushed cheeks.

In the quiet ward, the only sounds were the soft dripping of medicine and the man's disordered breathing.

Shang Chenyan sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Shi Ying seemed to be in some discomfort, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and one hand unconsciously reached out from under the covers and hung over the edge of the bed.

Just as he was about to tuck her hand back under the covers, Shi Ying suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed his cool palm against her cheek.

Having rushed here, Shang Chenyan was covered in cold air. The sleeping girl seemed to feel comfortable and rubbed against his palm.

In the stillness of the night, all the suppressed emotions burst forth.

Shang Chenyan lowered his head and approached her, his high nose gently brushing against her brow. The warm, soft kiss was fleeting, as if afraid of waking her.

After a moment, seeing that she didn't react, he kissed her again in the same way.

The girl's lips were a little dry. Shang Chenyan gently licked them, feeling that her breathing was still steady, before slowly taking them into his mouth and sucking, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips.

"Ugh..." Shi Ying groaned uncomfortably.

Shang Chenyan quickly released her, afraid that she would wake up.

He felt like a thief, secretly stealing happiness that didn't belong to him.

The man slumped his back in dejection, sitting there blankly, staring at her all night.

Shi Ying slept a very deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already daylight outside, and the ward was filled with the delicious aroma of chicken soup.

"woke up?"

She turned her head blankly, and what she saw was Shang Chenyan's concerned face.

Shang Chenyan lifted the headboard and naturally reached out to touch her head: "The fever has gone down. You can go home after another check-up later."

Shi Ying rubbed her temples. She had been dreaming all night. The dream seemed to be in a school campus, but after waking up, everything in the dream slowly disappeared, and soon she couldn't remember what she dreamed about.

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?" Shang Chenyan asked, noticing her pale complexion.

"No, I'm much better." Shi Ying sniffed. "It smells so good, is it chicken soup?"

"Hmm, have a taste." Shang Chenyan ladled a bowl for her.

Shi Ying leaned against the pillow and took a sip. It was fresh, tender, and not greasy. It tasted so good.

"Did Zhang Ma make it?"

Shang Chenyan remained silent for a moment, then hummed in agreement, but still didn't mention that he had gone back to make chicken soup at five o'clock.

He didn't want his concern to become a burden to her.

But he desperately wanted to do things for her and take care of all her needs.

After drinking the chicken soup, the doctor examined me and said I could be discharged.

Having only stayed one night, Shi Ying didn't have much. She sat on the edge of the bed putting on her coat, while Shang Chenyan tidied up the lunchbox with his back to her.

After Shi Ying finished dressing, she stood up and looked up to see Shang Chenyan's back.

She stopped in her tracks.

Gradually, this silhouette merged with the figure that always appeared in her dreams.