I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Uncle Fu carried the tray a few steps away, then turned back to look at Gu Yan's back as she disappeared around the corner of the corridor, his gaze filled with a hint of tension and an unconscious evasiveness.

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Chen Sinian, his lips almost touching Chen Sinian's ear, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"Master, I'll go and put the medicine in right now. It's perfect timing since Master Gu isn't here; no one will notice."

Chen Sinian raised his hand to stop him, his arm across Fu Bo's chest like an old tree root, firmly blocking his way.

Uncle Fu paused for a moment, the tray in his hand tilted slightly, the white porcelain bottle wobbled gently on the tray, and the red cloth sealing the bottle's mouth also trembled.

"Master, what's wrong? Didn't you order it to be prepared? Why have you changed your mind again?"

Chen Sinian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses flashing in the sunlight. His gaze fell on the roses in the flowerbed in the distance, their petals dazzlingly red.

"No rush. I heard from Mr. Gu that it can't be cured in one treatment. I didn't expect it to be like this."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were explaining something to Uncle Fu with difficulty, and he spoke each word slowly.

"If Leah has just woken up and her mind is not clear yet, it would be bad for her health to engage in strenuous exercise."

"She's been in a coma for so many days, her body is too weak, she can't take any more stress, we can't rush it, we have to take it slowly."

Chen Sinian slowly circled the handle of the scissors with his fingers, then tightened them, his knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to crush the handle.

"Let's wait a bit longer. Let Master Gu come a few more times, until her body recovers a bit and she's fully awake."

"It's not too late to let Aunt Tian take action later. There's no need to rush. We can't be hasty."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fu nodded hurriedly, bending even lower, like an old bamboo stalk bent by the wind, almost bent at a right angle.

"Master is very thoughtful. I was too hasty and almost ruined things. I will go and put the things back in their place right away."

He turned and walked away with the tray in his hand, his steps much slower and more steady than when he came, his leather shoes making a dull sound on the stone pavement.

Chen Sinian stood there for a while, motionless like a statue, and you couldn't even hear him breathing.

The sunlight shone on him, casting his shadow on the ground, which stretched very long, like a silent old tree.

Then he took a step and followed, his leather shoes clicking and clacking like a pendulum.

Gu Yan stood in front of the white door, took a deep breath, and placed her hand on the doorknob. The coolness of the metal reached her palm but not her heart.

He turned to look at Fu Wanqing, his voice low but calm, as if he were explaining something very simple.

"Wanqing, wait for me outside, don't come in. I have a jade pendant, nothing will happen."

Fu Wanqing nodded and was about to let go when she suddenly grabbed his wrist again, her fingers tightening so that her nails almost dug into his skin.

Her amber eyes held a hint of hesitation, darting back and forth in their sockets. Her lips moved several times, as if she wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to.

"Miss Chen is so beautiful even when she's unconscious. You won't do anything inappropriate, will you? She's so pretty."

Her voice wasn't loud, but she spoke each word seriously, emphasizing each syllable clearly, as if she were confirming something rather than joking.

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment, her lips twitched several times, and then she laughed in exasperation, a laugh that carried an indescribable helplessness.

He raised his hand and flicked her forehead with a light but crisp flick that echoed down the corridor.

"What are you thinking about all day? Stay out here and don't let your mind wander."

Fu Wanqing covered her forehead, her lips pouting so wide they could hold an oil bottle, and her eyes widened, filled with tears.

"That hurts! You hit me way too hard. If you knock me out, who's going to be your bodyguard? Who's going to make you coffee?"

But the corners of her mouth were already curved up, her smile as beautiful as a gardenia blooming in the wind, or a star just pulled out of the water.

His amber eyes were full of light, sparkling like they were filled with shattered sunlight, and they didn't look lively at all.

Gu Yan ignored her, pushed open the door and went inside. The door closed softly behind her with a soft sound.

The door closed softly, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor, like a sigh, or a period.

The room was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock, one tick at a time, as if someone was counting something.

The curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight streamed in from the other half, falling on the floor in a golden glow, like a layer of gold dust.

Tiny dust particles floated in the light, like invisible rivers flowing slowly and silently in the air.

There was a faint, cool fragrance in the air, neither floral nor medicinal, and it was hard to describe what it was—it was the scent of a young girl's body.

The smell was wonderful, cool and subtle. Smelling it for a while would calm your mind, like snow falling on your face in winter.

Cecilia lay on the bed, her long white hair spread out on the pillow, like a snowflake that had just fallen, or like a ray of moonlight scattered by the wind.

Her skin was very, very white, almost bloodless, like translucent porcelain, with light blue veins visible beneath.

Her eyelashes were long and thick, casting a small shadow on her cheeks, like the folded wings of a butterfly, trembling slightly with her breath.

Her lips were a pale pink, without any makeup, but the color was natural and soft, like cherry blossoms in early spring.

Her icy blue eyes were hidden by her eyelids, so the cold, clear eyes that Gu Yan remembered could not be seen; they were simply closed quietly.

She was wearing a white slip dress with a low neckline, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of her fair chest.

The dress was made of a thin, soft fabric, like silk or cotton yarn, clinging to the curves of the body and outlining a slender waist and a slightly undulating chest.

The nightgown's straps were very thin, draped over her rounded shoulders, as if a light touch would cause it to slip down, revealing more skin.

The blanket only covered her waist, leaving her arms and shoulders exposed. Her skin shimmered faintly in the light, as smooth as silk.

Her breathing was very light and slow, almost inaudible; you could only see her chest rising and falling slightly under the blanket, with long intervals between each rise and fall.

Like a sleeping porcelain doll, like a flower about to wither, like a snowflake about to melt, so quiet it breaks your heart.

It was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that one dared not breathe, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the room, for fear of waking the sleeping person.

Gu Yan sat down on the wooden chair by the bed. The chair creaked as she sat down, a sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Looking at Cecilia's face, he felt a surge of indescribable emotion, stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out.

To be honest, he didn't understand either. Her condition was quite stable when he left, and she was even able to sit in a wheelchair and read books.

Her icy blue eyes would follow him around, and her white hair was tied into a braid that hung down in front of her chest, making her as quiet as a painting.

It's only been a short time, how did it turn out like this? Lying motionless in bed, even breathing so lightly, as if not wanting to take up too much air.