Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Yun Shuyao really wanted to respond to Xiao Fang sincerely and let him feel her feelings for him.

Unfortunately, she had already exhausted herself and could only let others manipulate her with a vacant look in her eyes, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

As dawn broke on the horizon, the rain and clouds inside the house finally ceased.

Yun Shuyao leaned against him, listening to his heart pounding like a drum, and felt as if her whole body had been run over by a carriage.

Xiao Fang's hand slid over her wrist, where the red marks he had just made from gripping her wrist were still visible.

The man's fingertips gently caressed his skin, his movements tinged with regret.

"Did I... hurt you?"

Xiao Fang asked cautiously, his voice low and soft.

Now his emotions had completely calmed down, leaving only self-blame and a heartache even stronger than when he first heard those things.

Yun Shuyao shook her head and snuggled closer to him.

She knew that Xiao Fang didn't dislike her, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Moreover, she could clearly sense that the man's surging emotions included jealousy and lingering fear.

More than anything, she felt a panic she couldn't comprehend.

Yun Shuyao didn't know what to say, so she simply raised her hand to wrap around his waist, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and smelled the comforting scent of Chen Baixiang.

At noon, Yun Shuyao woke up groggily once.

Xiao Fang was still awake, massaging her aching legs and arms, his eyes filled with deep worry.

His calloused fingers gently brushed across her brow, the movement as tender as if he were touching a fragile treasure.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

He asked in a low voice, his fingertips smoothing the wrinkles between her brows.

"It's my fault... Shu Yao... Are you angry?"

Yun Shuyao didn't have the strength to open her eyes, she just mumbled "hmm" and fell into a deep sleep again.

She didn't see it, but Xiao Fang lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead, the emotions surging in his eyes gradually settling into a thick tenderness.

He had just heard her muttering in her sleep, intermittently, as if she were calling for "Mother".

It was my own foolishness that made her feel wronged by staying by my side, which is why she misses home.

Xiao Fang gently pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head, and a wave of regret washed over him.

He must have been crazy to lose control like that last night. Knowing how much she suffered in her past life, he still insisted on proving "she is mine" in this way.

My neck, shoulders, chest, arms, and groin were covered in red marks.

And the way she's frowning right now... every part of her is a reminder to him that he's a complete jerk!

"It won't happen again."

Xiao whispered in her ear, his voice as soft as a sigh.

"I promise, it will never happen again."

As night fell, Yun Shuyao was still asleep, but red candles were already lit in the room, plunging the tent into a gentle darkness.

Xiao Fang held the person in his arms, listening to her steady breathing, his heart filled with anxiety.

He stared at the top of the tent, his mind filled with only one thought.

He would protect her and spend the rest of his life making up for all the suffering she had endured in her past life.

The moon was high in the sky, and Yun Shuyao was fast asleep, but her forehead was burning hot.

Xiao Fang's heart skipped a beat, and his fingertips trembled as he reached out.

What exactly did he do?

Xiao Fang raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

He scrambled out of bed and went straight to the palace to summon the imperial physician.

Yun Shuyao lay in the gauze tent, the blanket pulled up to her chin, only half of her face was visible.

Xiao Fang sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips hovering over her forehead for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to touch her.

After taking the pulse, the imperial physician said:

"The Crown Princess is overworked...which caused her to develop a high fever."

At this point, the imperial physician coughed lightly and added:

"Newlywed life... is wonderful, but a woman's body is delicate and cannot withstand such things..."

The imperial physician didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning in his eyes was enough to make Xiao Fang's face burn from head to toe.

He went crazy last night.

He shouldn't have gone out drinking on his way back from the polo field, much less gotten drunk.

He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but at the time he was uncontrollably jealous of that scumbag.

And the moment the door closed, she let that possessiveness grow wildly like weeds.

He remembered that when he gripped her wrist, she winced in pain.

I remember her voice was trembling with tears when she pushed herself.

I remember that in the end she was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, and tears were still clinging to her eyelashes...

"Shu Yao".

Xiao Fang's voice was terribly hoarse. He reached out to hug her, but then quickly pulled back.

"Please...don't ignore me...okay?"

Yun Shuyao was awake, but she didn't move, nor did she intend to respond.

Xiao Fang's heart sank, and he moved his knees closer to the bed, almost kneeling.

"I was a bastard! I shouldn't have..."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Can you insult me ​​a couple of times, or hit me a couple of times?"

"You're making me panic."

Still nothing.

Xiao Fang knew that she wasn't asleep.

Because he saw that Yun Shuyao's hair was taut on the back of her neck and her shoulders were slightly hunched, indicating that she was awake.

Xiao Fang's fingers twisted together, and he panicked even more.

He was fearless and remained unfazed even amidst the clash of swords on the battlefield.

But at this moment, Yun Shuyao remained silent, which made him more helpless than a thousand troops.

"I know I was wrong."

The man's deep voice softened further, carrying a hint of humility that he himself was unaware of.

"I shouldn't have been jealous of that bastard, and I shouldn't have... hurt you."

What compensation do you want? Just tell me, and I'll pluck the moon from the sky for you.

Yun Shuyao finally stirred, but only shrank further under the covers.

In truth, Yun Shuyao was also guilty. She concealed her past life and indulged in Xiao Fang's unique favoritism, and her self-blame was no less than his.

If Xiao Fang didn't know about this, she could try to pretend that there was no past life.

But once the truth was revealed, she felt ashamed to face anyone.

Xiao Fang sighed and turned to go to the outer room.

About half an hour later, he returned carrying a celadon bowl containing a white, steaming substance.

"I...I learned how to make a bowl of noodles."

He placed the bowl on the small table by the bedside and gave an awkward explanation.

"Zhang Ma in the kitchen said that people with fever should eat something light."

I've never done this before, so it might be... a bit messy.

The plain noodles in the bowl were indeed not very good; the noodles were uneven in thickness, and two leaves of green vegetables floated crookedly on the soup.

Yun Shuyao's eyes twitched, wondering if she should take the opportunity to back down.

Xiao Fang was not discouraged. He wrung out a handkerchief and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe her forehead.

The handkerchief was warm, and he moved it as gently as if he were afraid of breaking a porcelain doll.

When his fingertips occasionally touched her burning skin, he would pause abruptly, his guilt deepening in his eyes.

"The medicine is ready."

He picked up the bowl of medicine, stirred it with a small spoon, blew on it for a while, and then put it to her lips.

"It's a bit bitter, but I prepared some candied fruit."

Yun Shuyao closed her eyes, but opened her mouth in cooperation.

Xiao Fang's hands were frozen and trembling, and his heart felt like it was blocked by something.

He suddenly remembered how she trembled in his arms last night, not out of fear, but from exhaustion.

At that time, he was only concerned with his own emotions and didn't care about her health at all.

"Shu Yao".

Xiao Fang put down the empty medicine bowl, his voice hoarse.

"I know you're not angry with me, you're angry that I don't cherish you, right?"

Yun Shuyao's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly felt that Xiao Fang's guilt might be a good thing.

She didn't really want a cold war; it's just that last night, she clearly sensed Xiao Fang's loss of control.

The man's kisses were fierce, and he almost crushed her when he hugged her.

Even when she said "it hurts," Xiao Fang paused for a long time before letting go.

In that moment of daze, she seemed to see Gu Jinghuai from her past life, a man who only knew how to take.

She also knew that Xiao Fang was different; his loss of control concealed his concern.

Even at the last moment, his hands were trembling, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I hurt you?"

But it is precisely because I care that I need to make him understand.

What I want is not fleeting affection, but a lasting and cherished connection.

I didn't mean to ignore you.

Yun Shuyao finally spoke, her voice hoarse from illness.

"Xiao Fang, we're going to spend our whole lives together."

Xiao Fang suddenly looked up, his eyes even a little red.

"Yes, Yao Yao, we must spend our whole lives together!"

"Life is long, how do you plan to live it?"

Yun Shuyao turned her head and looked at him, her eyes clear and earnest.