When Jiang Ze woke in a sleepy daze, he instinctively reached for the spot beside him, only to find that it had already gone cold.
He jolted awake and sat up, then saw Meng Zhiyuan coming out of the bathroom with a basin of water in his hands.
He looked so refreshed that it was hard to think of him as a patient.
"You haven't fully recovered yet. Let me take care of this..."
Meng Zhiyuan's lips curved into a helpless smile.
How could his boy be so adorable and make his heart ache at the same time?
"Your husband isn't that helpless yet. Be good and wait."
Jiang Ze nodded blankly, still half asleep as the man helped wipe his face and wash up.
Only then did it truly sink in that the man really was standing before him, alive and well.
Honestly, when he first woke up, he had thought everything that happened over the past two days was just a dream.
"What are you thinking about?"
Meng Zhiyuan stroked his boy's slightly drooping head, his voice gentle.
Jiang Ze shook his head, wrapped his arms around his waist, and closed his eyes without a word.
"Mm... so, sweetheart, have you figured out how you're going to explain?"
Jiang Ze instantly released his waist. His almond-shaped eyes went wide as he looked up at Meng Zhiyuan and stammered.
"Ah... right... um... explain... wait!"
Something suddenly occurred to him. He sat on the bed and eyed Meng Zhiyuan suspiciously.
"Speaking of which, don't you owe me an explanation too?"
Meng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled at the way his boy had turned the tables.
"Explain what?"
Jiang Ze paused, remembering what Meng Zhiyuan had said yesterday. He had never revealed anything about either the system or his transmigration