Wen Yanyu shook his head. It felt as though a piece of iron kept sinking inside his head, making it unbearably heavy. His whole body was weak and aching, too weak to move, the ache gnawing unbearably at his bones.
He did not want to move at all.
Let alone go to the hospital for those repeated examinations that, to him, were practically meaningless.
The other side of the sofa dipped.
That reassuring agarwood scent enveloped him again.
The voices beside his ear were indistinct. He could only vaguely make out several people discussing what to cook for lunch.
The figure crouching in front of him was a hazy silhouette.
Wen Yanyu managed to open his eyes a little, but his eyelids felt dry and sore. He could only make out vague patches of color. One patch slowly drew closer, and he felt breath against the side of his face.
His brain could not identify who was in front of him.
Wen Yanyu obediently took the pills offered to his lips, tilted his head slightly, and washed them down with water.
Eager to coax him into taking his medicine quickly, Fu Zhiyan had rushed. The water in the cup had only just boiled, and he had added only a little cold water. He had not adjusted the temperature properly, leaving it a little hot on the tongue.
The heat made Wen Yanyu flinch. The petulance that came with being ill welled up, and he instinctively whined, "Fu Hanchuan, are you trying to scald me to death on purpose so you can go out and find yourself a new bunny?"
Fu Zhiyan, who had just crouched down to check his temperature, froze, his eyes briefly going blank.
Fu Hanchuan, sitting beside him, froze too.
Wen Yanyu's voice was very quiet. The