Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Xu Qing jerked back, her back slamming against the cold wall.

His eyes were filled with terror.

It was the fear of death, but even more so, the fear of losing beautiful things.

"It's contagious..."

"Dirty..."

"Don't touch me..."

He reached out, trying to push Luo Qianyu away.

Even when he was delirious from the fever, his instinct remained to protect.

He is not afraid of death.

But he was afraid that she would pass on her "rotten" disease to him, and even more afraid that he would see her become ugly.

Luo Qianyu felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

She grabbed Xu Qing's flailing hand.

That hand was so thin it was all bone, and there were bruises on the back of it from the IV drip.

"I'm not afraid!"

Luo Qianyu shouted loudly.

She grabbed Xu Qing's hand and pressed it hard against her face.

"Xu Qing, feel it!"

"I am hot! I am good!"

"It's not rotten! It's not rotten anywhere!"

Xu Qing's fingers touched the delicate, warm skin.

The sensation was so real it sent shivers down my spine.

It wasn't like the cold lock I remembered.

It's not like the charred wood in my nightmares.

It's very slippery.

It's very soft.

Moistened with tears.

Xu Qing was stunned.

His chaotic mind seemed to have been suddenly put on pause.

"Not...rotten?"

He muttered to himself.

He unconsciously rubbed his fingers against Luo Qianyu's face.

It was confirmed that it was not a hallucination.

"It's not rotten!"

Luo Qianyu buried her face in his palm as she cried.

"I'm not sick."

"Sister Hong is lying to you."

"That older sister lied to you too."

We are all fine.

No one abandoned you.

Xu Qing's eyes flickered.

That's a battle between reality and nightmare.

The system's "past events" are fading away little by little.

Reason began to return.

He looked at the girl in front of him, who was crying her eyes out.

Looking at her red and swollen peach blossom eyes.

So familiar.

So fresh and vibrant.

"A small...fish?"

Xu Qing's voice was hoarse, as if he had sand in his mouth.

"it's me."

Luo Qianyu sniffed, laughing and crying at the same time.

"I am your special nurse, and also your little fish."

"If you dare push me again, I'll really get angry."

Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

That breath carried the weight of twenty years of nightmares and three years of despair.

All the strength in his body was instantly drained.

He collapsed limply to the ground.

She fell right into Luo Qianyu's arms.

"What an idiot."

Xu Qing closed her eyes, but managed to twitch her lips with great difficulty.

"Dressed like this..."

"Are you going to deliver takeout to support me?"

Luo Qianyu stopped crying and started laughing.

She glanced down at the yellow sweater she was still wearing, which she hadn't had time to take off completely; it was specially worn to match her delivery uniform.

"Isn't supporting you enough?"

"I'm the king of order delivery now."

Xu Qing did not speak.

He is too tired.

The high fever drained all his strength.

But one of his hands was gripping Luo Qianyu's clothes tightly.

They were holding on so tightly.

My knuckles are reddish-white.

It was like grasping at the only straw in the world.

"Go to sleep."

Luo Qianyu gently patted his back.

It's like comforting a child who has been wronged.

"We'll go home when you wake up."

"This time I'm really going home."

In the narrow basement.

Spiderwebs were growing on the moldy corner of the wall.

The light bulb overhead emitted a buzzing sound.

But on this small bed that is only 1.2 meters wide.

The two people were huddled together.

They relied on each other's body heat to resist the cold world outside, and also to resist those old scars that could never heal.

Late at night.

Xu Qing's breathing gradually became steady.

The fever seems to have gone down a bit.

Luo Qianyu dared not sleep.

She looked at Xu Qing's sleeping face in the dim light.

Looking at the tear stains that hadn't completely dried at the corners of his eyes.

......

Xu Qing was awakened by the heat.

He opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a moldy ceiling and a rickety, dim chandelier.

Still in that dilapidated basement.

Xu Qing moved her arm and found that her left hand was being held tightly.

Turning my head, I saw an enlarged face right next to my pillow.

Luo Qianyu huddled in his not-so-spacious bed, still wearing that somewhat comical yellow delivery uniform, his hair a mess like a bird's nest.

Perhaps she was too tired, she slept very soundly, and there was even a little bit of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Xu Qing stared at her for a long time.

The nightmares in my mind about fire, decay, and abandonment receded like the tide.

Instead, there was the warm breath of the person beside me, and a faint scent mixed with cheap laundry detergent and gardenia fragrance.

It makes me feel really at ease.

This was the most restful sleep he had had in twenty-four years.

"Well……"

The person next to me shifted.

Luo Qianyu opened her eyes groggily, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and then her eyes widened suddenly.

Those peach blossom eyes instantly focused, staring intently at Xu Qing's face.

Then, a hand slapped Xu Qing directly on the forehead.

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and clear.

Xu Qing was a little dazed after being hit.

"It's not hot anymore!"

Luo Qianyu exclaimed in surprise and jumped up from the bed.

"You scared me to death! Last night you were burning up like a furnace, I thought you were going to be cooked."

Xu Qing rubbed her forehead, her voice a little hoarse: "We weren't even that close to each other, but you knocked me out with that slap."

Luo Qianyu chuckled twice, then suddenly remembered something and jumped off the bed barefoot.

"You wait, I've got you something good!"

She ran to the makeshift gas stove and picked up a dark enamel mug.

"What is this?"

Xu Qing looked at the jar emitting eerie black smoke and instinctively shrank back.

"Ginger soup!"

Luo Qianyu, with a look of seeking praise, shoved the jar right under Xu Qing's nose.

"I specifically looked up a recipe, and it says that boiling ginger in cola is incredibly effective for treating colds and fevers! I also added brown sugar and scallions, which were a folk remedy given to me by the old man next door, who said it helps to induce sweating."

Xu Qing looked at the bowl of murky, black liquid with scallions and ginger floating on top.

Cola.

brown sugar.

Green onion.

Are these three things combined together not some kind of ancient witchcraft?

"Do I really have to drink it?" Xu Qing tried to resist.

"You have to drink it!"

Luo Qianyu put on a stern face, adopting an attitude that left no room for negotiation.

"I stayed up for an hour, and I even got a blister on my hand."

She stretched out her finger, and there was indeed a small red dot on her index finger.

Xu Qing sighed.

He took the jar, closed his eyes with a look of grim determination, and tilted his head back to take a large gulp.

That instant.

Xu Qing felt that her taste buds had been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.

Sweet, spicy, salty, strange.

A variety of flavors exploded in my mouth, burning all the way down my throat to my stomach.

"How is it?" Luo Qianyu asked, blinking her big eyes.

"It tastes good."

Xu Qing swallowed it expressionlessly, even letting out a burp that tasted like onion.

"Just don't put scallions in it next time, or Coke will get angry."