A Night of Chaos

After eating a steaming bowl of noodles, the two quickly washed up and lay back down on the large double bed, embracing each other.

The wall lamp in the bedroom was switched to its dimmest warm light mode.

Aemeath nestled in Lu Yan's arms, her breathing gradually becoming even.

The faint scent of rose essential oil, mixed with her unique sweetness, lingered around Lu Yan's nose.

Lu Yan tightened his arms around her and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

In this state of utter peace and contentment, the sense of clarity gradually faded, and he slowly closed his eyes, drifting into sleep.

At three in the morning, the temperature on the large double bed in the bedroom was alarmingly high.

Aemeath was awakened by the burning sensation.

She snuggled against Lu Yan in her Lu Yan, instinctively trying to find a more comfortable position to continue sleeping, when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lu Yan's embrace was usually warm, but at this moment, the chest pressed against her cheek was radiating an astonishing, almost scalding heat.

"A-Yan?!"

Aemeath was instantly wide awake and immediately opened her eyes.

She could clearly see Lu Yan's furrowed brows and his abnormally flushed cheeks.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out and placed her hand on Lu Yan's forehead.

It's so hot!

This temperature is not what a normal human body temperature should be.

"A-Yan! A-Yan, wake up!" Aemeath. She cupped Lu Yan's face in her hands, her voice trembling noticeably.

Lu Yan's eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat, and his breathing was heavy.

Lu Yan did not respond to Aemeath's anxious calls, only letting out a couple of unconscious hums.

Aemeath, whose mind was always calm, froze at this moment.

Why is it suddenly so hot? I ate noodles before bed and I was perfectly fine!

Did you catch a cold from the wind while playing in the mud in the yard?

Or was it because the bathwater was too hot, and the alternation between hot and cold water made him sick? Or perhaps...

Was it because I was too rough with him yesterday that he exhausted himself?

Countless guesses swirled wildly in her mind.

Faced with Lu Yan's sudden weakness, she could only act like a child, flustered and disorganized.

"Thermometer. Yes, where's the thermometer...?"

Aemeath hurriedly jumped out of bed, not even bothering to put on slippers, and stepped barefoot onto the cool wooden floor. She frantically rummaged through the bedside table drawer and finally found the electronic thermometer in the first-aid kit.

"Beep..." The red numbers on the screen jumped: 42℃!!

Upon seeing this number, Aemeath's eyes instantly reddened, and tears began to well up in them.

"How could this happen... How could it be, how could it have such a high fever..." Aemeath's voice was already choked with sobs, and her hand holding the thermometer trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, only one thought filled her mind: her A-Yan was sick, very sick.

A-Yan's current Frequency is too fragile; a minor high fever, if not treated promptly, could easily take his life.

"To the hospital! Yes, we're going to the hospital!"

Aemeath gritted her teeth, wiped away her tears, and forced herself to calm down.

Waiting for an ambulance in the middle of the night is too slow; she can't wait even a second longer.

She yanked the blanket over the bed and wrapped the burning hot Lu Yan, along with his pajamas, tightly around him, leaving only his face exposed.

Then, she effortlessly picked up Lu Yan.

Lu Yan's head slumped weakly against the crook of her neck, his hot breath spraying onto her skin. Each breath felt like a knife, cutting into Aemeath's heart.

"A-Yan, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital, you'll be alright..."

With tears welling in her eyes, she murmured to herself while holding Lu Yan, pushed open the bedroom's French windows, transformed into the attire of a chosen one, and rushed into the deep night.

The streets were deserted late at night, with only the dim yellow streetlights casting long shadows on the roadside trees.

Aemeath pushed her speed to its limit.

She was like a pink shooting star, weaving through the city.

The wind howled mournfully in her ears, whipping her disheveled long hair.

To prevent the night wind from blowing on the seriously ill Lu Yan, she formed an invisible windbreak around the two of them.

As for whether passersby will notice her unusual behavior, or whether her astonishing running speed will be captured on surveillance cameras, remains to be seen.

She doesn't care at all!

She had already hacked all the traffic cameras along the route the moment she passed by.

In her world now, there is only A-Yan in her arms.

"A-Yan, please, hold on a little longer, don't leave me..." A crystal-clear tear finally slid down Aemeath's cheek and landed on Lu Yan's chest, which was wrapped in a blanket.

Aemeath held him tightly, feeling his body temperature rise higher and higher, her heart aching as if it were about to break.

She wished she were the one with the high fever right now, willing to bear all the pain for him.

"Just hang in there... we'll be there soon..."

Aemeath's tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall, for fear of blurring her vision and wasting even a second.

Just as Aemeath was about to climb over the overpass and head straight for the emergency building of the city center hospital, the hot, rolled-up blanket in her arms suddenly moved.

The heat, like the receding tide, gradually faded from Lu Yan's body without him even realizing it.

Lu Yan felt as if he had a very long and very real dream.

In the final Aemeath flew towards me, her dazzling golden eyes filled with tears, as if piercing through the dream and reality to gaze directly at him.

When his consciousness regained control of his body, the first thing he felt was a slight, rhythmic swaying.

This shaking is somewhat like that of a high-speed vehicle.

"Hmm?" Lu Yan hummed in a daze.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a deep night sky, with stars rushing past.

Then he saw a familiar neck, and a few strands of long pink hair that were disheveled from running and even wet with tears.

"Aemeath?" Lu Yan's voice was filled with the bewilderment of someone just waking up.

He tried to move his arms, only to find himself bound like a mummy.

What he found even more absurd was that he was now lying in a warm embrace, while the scenery around him was moving backward at a speed that made him question the meaning of life.

Aemeath's delicate body, which was running wildly, suddenly froze.

She came to an abrupt stop, skidding across the edge of a huge billboard atop a shopping mall, sending a trail of blinding sparks before finally regaining her balance.

"A-Yan?!" She lowered her head, her eyes, which were always full of smiles, were now red and swollen, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

"You're awake? How are you feeling? Are you dizzy? Are you comfortable?"

A barrage of questions came at her like a machine gun. Aemeath's voice trembled uncontrollably, and her arm around Lu Yan shook uncontrollably with lingering fear.

Lu Yan felt the gentle breeze on his cheeks, then looked at his burrito-like appearance, and his brain almost overloaded.

"I... I'm fine. I'm just a little thirsty."

Lu Yan laboriously stretched a hand out from under the covers and gently placed it on Aemeath's cheek. "Are you... taking me on a night stroll?"

When Aemeath heard his clear logic, she was stunned for half a second, and then tears fell like beads from a broken string onto the quilt.

"Night stroll my foot!" Aemeath, her voice trembling with tears, but she couldn't bring herself to shout it out loud, and could only sob pitifully.

"You almost scared me to death... You had a fever of 42 degrees Celsius! Do you even know what 42 degrees means?"

"That could kill someone! I thought you were going to..."

As she spoke, she pressed her forehead against Lu Yan's, seemingly still checking his temperature with concern.

When Amy felt Lu Yan's skin, which had returned to normal and even had a slight coolness, Aemeath as if all her strength had been drained away. She hugged him and sat down on the edge of the rooftop behind the billboard.

Lu Yan felt her rapid heartbeat; his heart was jolted, and it hurt.

He finally understood what had happened.

The high fever was probably caused by that dream.

But in Aemeath's eyes, this was a situation of life and death.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry." Lu Yan struggled for a moment and finally managed to free his upper body from under the covers.

He pulled the frightened Aemeath into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.

"I'm really good right now, I've never been better."

Lu Yan spoke softly, and to prove himself, he pointed to the clock on the distant tower, "Look, that clock is at 3:40 now, I can even see the subtle tremor of its second hand as it ticks."

Aemeath sobbed as she lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes glistening with tears as she stared at him. "Is the fever really gone?"

"It's really not burning anymore."

Lu Yan took her hand and pressed it against his carotid artery. "Listen to your heartbeat; it's very steady."

Aemeath pondered for a moment.

Indeed, Lu Yan's vital signs are now remarkably strong.

If Lu Yan was a small flame before, he is now poised to ignite a prairie fire.

This vibrant life force finally brought peace to Aemeath's anxious heart.