Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

"Second Master?"

Liu Wenying waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Pei Zeyu snapped back to reality, looked away, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "I'm fine."

"How come you're alright?"

Liu Wenying said urgently, "Your forehead is burning hot. Your hands must have been shaking when you were changing."

She moved closer, her gaze carefully scanning his face, not missing anything unusual.

"You can't ignore when you're sick. Any uncomfortable symptoms, such as headache, chills, nausea, and fatigue, are your body's SOS signals. How can you be careless and ignore them?"

In the firelight, the concern in her eyes was clear and distinct.

Her sudden touch made his heart pound uncontrollably in his chest.

Uncomfortable symptoms are a sign of illness, but what does his anxiety and restlessness signify?

Is it also due to illness...?

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Liu Wenying assumed that he was becoming increasingly delirious due to the fever.

She placed a damp cloth on his forehead so he could rest.

Night fell very quickly; not long ago, there was still a lingering twilight, but in the blink of an eye, the area outside the cave was completely dark.

The fire inside the cave was the only source of light, and the orange glow danced and swayed on the stone walls, making the two figures appear longer and shorter.

Liu Wenying sat by the fire, holding a dry branch in her hand.

She would gently stir the firewood every now and then to make the flames burn brighter.

The firelight cast a warm golden glow on her profile, her expression serene.

Pei Zeyu still had a cool cloth covering his forehead. His high fever hadn't subsided, but his panicked heart had calmed down, and his mind was much clearer than before.

The wind howled outside the cave, and occasionally the mournful cries of unidentified birds could be heard.

In such a desperate situation, an ordinary woman would probably have panicked long ago.

But since she fell off the cliff, she has been bandaging, finding food, making a fire, and taking care of her...

Everything was done in an orderly and methodical manner.

"Willow Singing Orioles".

"Second Master?"

Why...aren't you afraid?

She thought he was unwell, but it turned out he just wanted to chat with her.

Liu Wenying's anxious heart eased, and she replied softly, "Because I still want to go back and see Luo Luo."

"Being afraid is useless. I can't panic, I can't collapse. I must live well until the searchers find us and take me back to see her."

Luo Luo is still so young. What will happen to her if she is gone?

When her daughter was mentioned, a tender look of concern appeared in Liu Wenying's eyes, and she became more talkative.

"Speaking of which, I must thank Second Master for his promise. When he let me accompany the old lady on her trip, my biggest concern was Luo Luo, fearing that Xiao Zhu wouldn't be able to take care of her alone."

"The Second Master sent several careful servants to take care of Luo Luo, and also sent letters regularly to inform me of her condition."

"The servants were meticulous and attentive, taking good care of Luo Luo. Every letter they sent detailed Luo Luo's trivial matters."

"It is because of Second Master's care that I can follow him with peace of mind, without worrying about him all day long, and that I can persevere in this situation."

For Pei Zeyu, those promises and care were nothing more than a simple favor.

"You love her very much," Pei Zeyu said warmly.

Liu Wenying smiled and nodded, her silence speaking volumes.

Actually, Luo Luo was already there when she transmigrated.

Everyone said that she was a burden, a nuisance, and the culprit who kicked her out of her husband's family.

They advised her to give the child away and, while she was still young, to find another way out.

But only she knew that it was Luo Luo who helped her get through those most difficult days.

It's tiny and soft.

They don't understand anything; when they're hungry, all they do is cry for milk.

Blood ties are a strange thing; the innate bonds are so real they can be startling.

Liu Wenying snapped out of her thoughts and turned her gaze to the opposite side, where Pei Zeyu's dark eyes were half-closed.

"Second Master, don't you have anyone you particularly miss and want to go back to see as soon as possible?"

Pei Zeyu remained silent.

He carefully recalled the past twenty years, noting that his father was more stern than affectionate, and his mother's eyes were more focused on the other children.

His brothers each have their own futures, and he doesn't need to worry about them too much.

Even his grandmother... He did love his grandmother, but she was surrounded by her children and grandchildren and was highly respected.

Even without him by my side, I can enjoy my old age in peace and comfort, without needing his concern.

On the contrary, he relied more on his grandmother's love and the little warmth she provided.

This realization left him feeling inexplicably empty inside.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, with your toes pointing into a bottomless abyss, and there's no one behind you.

Seeing his silence, Liu Wenying did not press him further.

When he is tired, or has a high fever and feels unwell.

Liu Wenying got up and walked to his side, taking off the warm handkerchief from his forehead.

I soaked the affected area in cool water again and applied it back to his forehead.

"Second Master, we must make it back alive."

Her eyes were bright, and she said "we".

He remembered it.

The next day, sunlight slanted in through the cave entrance.

Pei Zeyu opened his eyes and saw the cave ceiling. He was stunned for a moment before his consciousness gradually returned.

The fire was still burning, but the firewood had clearly not been added in a long time.

The flame was pitifully weak, almost extinguished, as if it might go out at any moment.

He propped himself up on his arms, his high fever still lingering, his temples throbbing with pain, and his limbs feeling weak and sore.

The cave was empty; there was no one else there but himself.

Pei Zeyu glanced around; her clothes were gone.

The wild fruits, branches, and vines she had gathered were all gone.

She... left?

The thought suddenly pierced my chest.

Yes, he still has a high fever, his left hand is badly injured, and he can even stagger when he walks.

Taking him along would only be another burden.

Rather than sitting here waiting to die, or being dragged down by him, it's better to go out and find a way out on your own.

The idea was perfectly reasonable, so rational it was chilling.

I clearly told him last night that we should all go back alive together, ha...

Pei Zeyu closed his eyes, his mind filled with memories.

He suddenly remembered when he was three years old, he was kidnapped by villains and locked in a dark and sunless place, where he cried out to heaven and earth in vain.

He huddled in the corner, repeatedly telling himself that his mother would come, and his father would come.

But more than twenty days passed, and no one came to rescue them.

During those days, he was repeatedly pushed into the water, struggled, choked, nearly died, and then pulled out again.

A child prodigy in the capital, he could read at three and compose poetry at five, and he learned everything very quickly.

He learned not to struggle, and he learned to remain silent.

But what he never learned was not to be afraid of being abandoned.

Like ice water soaking through clothes in winter, no matter how many layers of brocade or cotton-padded coat you wear later, you can't get rid of the chill that's etched into your bones.

Outside the cave, the sunlight was perfect, and birds were singing.

Inside the cave, there was only a dying fire and an abandoned person.

At this moment, the chill that had been dormant for many years was awakened and surged up again.

His body was churning and thrashing, and he felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.

He just sat there, motionless, letting the feeling overwhelm him.

At that moment, the light at the cave entrance suddenly dimmed.

Pei Zeyu turned his head and saw that slender and well-proportioned figure, backlit, like a silhouette.

The morning light outlined a hazy halo around her, like a form of salvation.

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