Time flew, winter arrived, and soon the new year was upon them.
Outside the window, snowflakes danced in the wind, and a layer of white snow covered the eaves and treetops.
The pale-faced young man wore a cashmere coat and nestled quietly on the soft sofa.
This was the scene that greeted Ji Baiwei when she hurried to the Manor.
She walked over to the young man, who was still dozing, and reached out to touch his forehead.
It was still a little hot.
Feeling the touch on his forehead, the young man, who had only been sleeping lightly, opened his eyes.
He was still somewhat dazed, his eyes misty, and the fever had brought a faint flush to his pale face.
As he looked blearily at the woman, he looked as pitiful as could be.
They had originally agreed to spend the new year at her place, but unexpectedly, An'an had come down with a fever.
With all the ice and snow outside, she was also worried that traveling back and forth would worsen his condition.
So she had simply come here to celebrate the new year.
Looking at the woman before him, her face full of worry, Gu Nian'an smiled.
His voice was still a little hoarse. "Mom, isn't Yaozhi coming over to celebrate with us?"
At the mention of Yaozhi, Ji Baiwei waved a hand helplessly. "Oh, that brat took on a whole bunch of performances. He's over in Cangzhou now. He said next time for sure."
Gu Nian'an nodded slightly at that.
The next second, he broke into an uncontrollable coughing fit.
Before Ji Baiwei could react, Fu Xiuyuan emerged from one side carrying a bowl of soup.
The two exchanged a glance, both momentarily taken aback.
But Fu Xiuyuan merely nodded in acknowledgment to her,