f jewels.Can you imagine her secretly burying that trunk full of jewels under the tree in Jian's yardWhat does this meanShe had already planned her escape in her heart! Xichen thought to himself.Such...Chapter 281: Xi Chen, Come Over Here Quickly!

Jian Tong had a fever for three consecutive days before his condition improved significantly. His body temperature gradually returned to normal.

That night, she looked at the bedding on the bed. Her head ached in waves. This man couldn't be driven away, and this person, either forgetting everything afterward, or knowing that she wouldn't drive him away again, was becoming more and more shameless and unreasonable. He used all sorts of methods to stay with her every night in her room. Even sleeping on the floor, he seemed happy as could be.

"Tongtong, cover your feet."

As with every night before, the man came to her bed and, without asking, covered her feet.

Even if she rejected him with cold and harsh words, giving him face, he seemed to be oblivious to it all.

She kept a cold face, letting the person at the foot of the bed familiarly do the work of covering her feet. It wasn't that she refused, but rather, as proved by facts, this person, after forgetting everything, became even more insistent.

No matter how she refused him, or hurled harsh words at him, in the end, she couldn't escape his grasp. He would eventually hold her feet, placing them on his knees.

She looked over, the person at the foot of the bed had their head hung low. A few strands of jet-black hair fell naturally across their forehead, obscuring their beautiful eyebrows. It was still that same face, yet they were doing something she couldn't explain.

If... if this person were awake, Jian Tong thought to herself, if this person were awake, she'd rather explain things to them, talk about the future.

Now, this person doesn't remember anything at all. She wants to get angry with him, but he just looks at her with a puzzled expression and keeps asking her why she's mad at him.

Every time this happened, Jian Tong would feel a surge of frustration with nowhere to vent it. In the end, she could only turn her head away, stiffly allowing this person to have their way.

"Tomorrow I have to go to work."

But…

"Grandfather Wang has already said, my temperature has returned to normal.

"

She shifted her body, moving her feet to a more comfortable position on the man's knee. Perhaps even she hadn't realized it herself, but while her words said "no," her actions already betrayed her. Deep down, she was gradually accepting the habit of the man at the foot of the bed who kept his feet warm every night.

Habit, is very terrifying. I don't know who said this, but many people unknowingly develop all sorts of habits. After a habit is formed, one day, perhaps while reading, maybe just getting off the subway, or doing any mundane thing, suddenly they realize... ah, when did this habit start

But all in all, when a habit begins, few people will notice that their life is being changed little by little. It's very subtle, gradual and pervasive. This is a kind of silent, imperceptible invasion.

"Hmm." The man mumbled in response, lowering his head. She only glanced at him, her feet felt unusually warm beneath her, a stark contrast to their usual coldness.

That night, he stayed awake until dawn. When Jian Tong woke up, he was full of energy, completely different from his listless state the past two days.

Pushing herself up, she habitually glanced at the ground, but discovered that the person who always got up early every morning was still huddled under the covers today.

She didn't bother to wake him up. She simply got up and out of bed, walking around the clump on the floor where he was lying, heading towards the bedroom door.

In the kitchen, water is boiling, rice is put into the pot, and porridge is being cooked. After eating noodles for so long, I still miss the fragrance of white rice porridge more.

Go to the restroom, wash and groom yourself.

By the time she had composed herself and returned to the bedroom, the man was still lying on the floor asleep.

The aroma from the kitchen gradually wafted over, and a pot of white rice porridge was served to the table.

He thought to himself, the rice porridge that had been simmered was already cooked, and that person should be awake by now.

She reluctantly turned back to the bedroom: "Get up." She stood expressionless at the foot of the bed.

But that man remained motionless.

She already had complex feelings about this person, and now she was even more irritated with them:

"Until what time do you intend to sleep" she asked coldly.

Her response was the chill of the room, and the figure huddled even more tightly together.

"Hey! Wake up!" A flash of anger ignited in her eyes, and she crouched down, shoving him roughly with a grunt.

This one, however...

Jian Tong's face changed, she hurriedly reached out to touch his forehead, and under her palm, there was a scorching temperature.

Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable panic washed over me. I fumbled around frantically for a thermometer.

"Shen Xiujin, wake up, wake up." She patted his cheek, and the man dazedly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he said was:

"Tongtong, I'm going to cook noodles."

Cook some x noodles!

Jian Tong rarely swore in her heart, but right now she couldn't help it.

He stuck the thermometer under his patient's armpit, but he wouldn't cooperate.

She immediately threatened, "If you don't let me measure your armpit, I'll measure your rectal temperature."

Only then did he obediently open his arms, allowing her to tuck the thermometer under his armpit.

Don't even think about it, even without a thermometer, this person is definitely running a fever right now.

Time's up, grab the thermometer and take a look at the temperature reading. My hand trembled, almost dropping the thermometer.

Flustered, she hurriedly reached for the phone on her vanity: "Xichen, you have to, quickly bring Wang Yege over."

Over the phone, Xichen heard her panic, but her condition, their family doctor had already said, was improving.

"Let me add one more thing: We'll still need to solidify things for another day, won't we Shall I continue the IV drip"

"It wasn't me!" she stammered, her voice trembling. "It was him, he has a fever, 41.2 degrees."

Xi Chen shouted from over there: "Wait, I'll bring a doctor right away!"

Time passed by as slowly as years, that person was only awake for a brief moment before falling unconscious again.

She didn't know why her heart was beating so wildly right now. He was still lying on the ground, she wanted to wake him up, "Wake up, wake up, Shen Xiujian, wake up, go to bed." The article was written from the perspective of Jian Zhen Dong's elderly father, recounting his daughter Jian Tong's past suffering and how she had mysteriously disappeared three years ago, never ret...