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

Cecilia's arms were around his back, her fingers hooked around his shoulder blades.

This time, she didn't hug him unconsciously; she actively supported him.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, and something was churning violently in her icy blue eyes.

She realized that the price Gu Yan paid for treating her was far more than just weakness.

That kind of consumption is like drawing something out of the body; it's a true form of depletion.

It's not something you can recover from with a good night's sleep, nor can it be cured by drinking a bowl of soup.

Her eyes were slightly red, but she bit her lower lip.

He swallowed back the question, "What exactly did you give in return?"

She didn't ask; she couldn't ask now.

Even if you ask him, he won't tell you; he'll just laugh and change the subject.

She simply helped him steady and gently patted his back twice with her fingers.

"Don't move, sit down and rest for a while."

Her voice was calm, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

But only she knew that her fingertips were trembling slightly, unable to stop herself from doing so.

Fu Wanqing was still standing by the stone table outside the courtyard, the empty bowl having already rolled twice on the tabletop in the wind.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her amber eyes fixed on the closed door.

"Aunt Tian, ​​don't you think he's gone too far?"

"Does it really take this long to treat an illness? It's been almost an hour."

Aunt Tian squatted by the flower bed, holding a handful of weeds she had just pulled out.

"Miss Fu, treating an illness always takes time; you can't rush it, it's not like chopping vegetables."

Fu Wanqing snorted and lightly kicked the ground with her toe.

"Even if he's a doctor, he can't just leave a man and a woman alone in a room."

"It wouldn't look good for Miss Chen's reputation if word got out."

"What would people outside think if they found out?"

Aunt Tian suppressed a laugh and didn't reply, but simply piled the weeds up even higher.

Just then, the door to the room opened, and the hinges made a slight sound.

Fu Wanqing immediately turned her head, and her expression changed instantly when she saw the scene inside the door.

Cecilia helped Gu Yan to the doorway, with Gu Yan barely holding onto the door frame with one hand.

His face was almost bloodless, his lips were pale, and his hair was dry and chapped.

He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water; the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

Fu Wanqing practically rushed over, taking three steps at a time to reach the door.

She supported Gu Yan from the other side, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Why is it happening again? It's always like this. Are you out of your mind?"

The pink light in her palm had already lit up, warm and cozy like a small ball of fire.

The light spread along the meridians in Gu Yan's arm throughout his body, reaching every part of his limbs and bones.

The warmth flowed through his body like a spring breeze, gently passing through his veins.

Gu Yan felt a warm energy spreading through her body.

That energy is not as immediate as that of living matter, but it is gentle and continuous.

It was as if someone was slowly pouring water into a dry well, one spoonful at a time, without rushing or delaying.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and the paleness on his face subsided somewhat.

Cecilia watched this scene from her wheelchair, the pink light from Fu Wanqing's palm reflected in her eyes.

That pink-haired girl can save him; her special ability works on Gu Yan.

As for myself, I can't do anything; I can only drain him.

She could give him nothing; she could only take from him.

Her fingers slowly tightened on the armrests of the wheelchair, her knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, the image of Lin Jinyu dancing for Gu Yan that day flashed through her mind.

That day, the blonde girl twirled in the garden, her golden eyes filled with light.

Gu Yan watched from the side, saying it was nothing, but her lips kept moving and her eyes never left the stage.

Lin Jinyu could dance for him and make him happy.

Fu Wanqing can treat him and help him recover.

He will only be drained by his own efforts, and he will only become weaker and weaker.

Her gaze gradually darkened, as if something was silently shattering beneath the surface of ice.

She gripped the armrests of the wheelchair so tightly they made a soft creaking sound.

Although Gu Yan was weak, she still noticed that something was wrong with her.

He turned to look at her, his voice soft and gentle.

"Cecilia."

He called her name.

Cecilia snapped back to reality, her icy blue eyes refocusing.

She saw Gu Yan looking at her, her pale face still trying to force a smile.

"What are you thinking? I already said it's nothing."

"You're recovering very well; one more treatment and you'll be completely healed."

Cecilia loosened her grip on the armrests of her wheelchair and slowly nodded.

She concealed the emotions in her eyes and reverted to her elegant and dignified self.

Only she knew that those emotions had only been suppressed, not disappeared.

Fu Wanqing supported Gu Yan, and the pink light in her palm continued to be transmitted into his body.

But her eyes were secretly observing Cecilia.

From a woman's perspective, some things simply cannot be hidden.

Cecilia sat in her wheelchair, her icy blue eyes fixed on Gu Yan's figure.

That look wasn't just ordinary concern; it was a deeper, more profound care.

She looked at Gu Yan's weak appearance, her lips pressed tightly together, so tightly that the color of her lips was almost invisible.

The armrests of the wheelchair were slightly white from her gripping fingers, and her nails left shallow marks on the wood.

A thought suddenly popped into Fu Wanqing's mind, as if someone had lit a small lamp in her head.

Could it be that Miss Chen is jealous?

He was jealous of her because she could use her supernatural abilities to help Gu Yan recover.

Once the thought popped into her head, she couldn't take it back; it spun faster and faster in her mind.

A small surge of joy welled up in Fu Wanqing's heart, as if a little bird was fluttering its wings in her chest.

She herself couldn't explain where this joy came from; she shouldn't be happy.

But the corners of my mouth just can't help but turn up, higher and higher, completely out of control.

Then she thought about how Gu Yan had to accompany her to see her adoptive parents that afternoon.

It was he who suggested it, not her; he said he wanted to visit her again.

Thinking about this, her mouth practically stretched to her ears in a wide grin.

That smile was as bright as the sun just peeking out from behind the clouds.

I can't hide it no matter what, and I don't want to hide it either.

Gu Yan felt she had calmed down a bit and turned to look at her.

"What are you laughing at? You've been grinning the whole time."

Fu Wanqing abruptly stopped smiling and forcefully suppressed the corners of her mouth.

She kept her face tense, putting on an extremely serious expression.

"Nothing's being laughed at. Who's laughing? You must have mistaken me for someone else."

Her tense expression was actually funnier than before.

His amber eyes were still sparkling, full of laughter.

Although he tried to suppress the smile, it was still trembling slightly, his muscles struggling against the urge to laugh.

Like a seedling pinned down by a stone, it could spring back up at any moment.

That made her look especially cute, so cute that you wanted to pinch her cheeks.