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An Xiaoyue developed a high fever, which lasted from the afternoon until after nine o'clock in the evening and slowly subsided.

In the huge villa, the upper and lower floors were brightly lit.

The nurses and servants in white coats hurried upstairs and downstairs until An Xiaoyue's fever subsided, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Gong Yumo stayed by her bed the whole time, staring at her flushed cheeks due to fever, never leaving for a moment.

There was deep distress and love in his eyes.

When An Xiaoyue woke up, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

She subconsciously moved her fingers, only to find that her right hand was firmly held in her palm.Opening her eyes slightly, the orange light was a bit dazzling, and she was in a daze for a moment, only to realize that there was a person sitting beside the bed at this moment, not knowing what she was thinking.

Feeling the slight movement in the palm of his hand, Gong Yumo immediately came back to his senses, and looked up at her, "Are you awake?"

His voice was a little hoarse, with imperceptible excitement in his tone.

An Xiaoyue looked around. This was an unfamiliar environment, not her own home, and she had never been here before.

Because the high fever had just subsided, her eyes were covered with a layer of fog, moist and bright.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"You had a fever and passed out, I brought you back to my place." Gong Yumo's hands tightly clenched her slender hands, rubbing them against his lips, "Fortunately, it's not serious, the doctor said yes I suffered from the wind and cold, and now the fever has subsided."

It turned out to be his home.

An Xiaoyue suddenly realized something, looked down at the silk pajamas she had already changed at some time, and asked with some embarrassment, "Who changed my clothes?"

"I changed it." Under the light, the smile on Gong Yumo's lips became more and more gentle, "The figure is still so good, but it's a little thinner, and the soft flesh on the waist can't be squeezed anymore."

Hearing this, An Xiaoyue's blushing face turned even redder. She shyly wanted to withdraw her hand from him, and complained, "Who told you to change it for me? Don't you have a maid at home?"

Of course, Gong Yumo didn't let go of her hand, he held it carefully and stroked it, extremely gentle.

Seeing her rare shy expression, he suddenly felt better, and said with a smile, "It's not like I haven't seen it before, what are you afraid of?"

An Xiaoyue suddenly turned her head and looked away, "The past was the past, and the present is the present."

"It's the same before and now, never changed." Gong Yumo raised his hand and gently touched her forehead, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

An Xiaoyue shook her head, "No appetite."

"I need to eat something." Gong Yumo said, "I don't know when you will wake up, I asked the servants in the kitchen to keep preparing some food."

An Xiaoyue knew that she couldn't hold him back, so she asked, "What's the matter?"

"There are porridge, seafood porridge, shredded chicken porridge, green vegetable porridge, lily porridge, and plain porridge." Gong Yumo thought for a while and said, "There are also salty soup and sweet soup. The sweet soup includes bird's nest soup, rock sugar papaya tremella soup, Pumpkin and Purple Potato Soup”

"Stop it!" An Xiaoyue smiled helplessly, "Have you opened a gourmet restaurant in your home kitchen?"

Gong Yumo's eyes were light, and when he saw her smile, he couldn't help laughing, "I don't know what you want to eat when you wake up, so let them prepare a little more."

She smiled and said, "Just a simple porridge."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you." Gong Yumo said and got up.

When he came back with a small bowl of porridge, An Xiaoyue had already sat up leaning against the head of the bed.

Gong Yumo sat back beside her again, scooped a small spoonful of white porridge, put it near his mouth and blew it, tested the temperature, and then handed it to her mouth.

An Xiaoyue stared at him blankly.

He was wearing a white knitted pullover, revealing a section of his fair neck just right. His black soft hair made his handsome features more fair and delicate, and his gestures were gentle.

How long has it been since you saw him like this?

"Why don't you eat?" Gong Yumo asked softly.

His voice brought back An Xiaoyue's thoughts, only to realize that he had been handing the porridge to her mouth for a while.

"I'll do it myself." As she said that, she wanted to take the bowl and spoon from Gong Yumo's hand, but the other party dodged it.

"Be good." Gong Yumo coaxed her like a child, "Take a bite."

An Xiaoyue ate a mouthful of porridge with his hand, and after a while, said softly, "Gong Yumo, don't be so nice to me."

"What's wrong?" Gong Yumo raised his eyes to look at her, and found that her eye sockets were moist.

She bit her lip and looked at him with complicated eyes.

She admitted that she was afraid.

From the moment Gong Yumo returned home, she was afraid that she would look back at him.

Later, she told herself to be strong and cool, and since they were separated, she had to move forward without looking back.

But every time Gong Yumo appeared, he challenged the firm thread in her heart. She couldn't deny that as long as he appeared, it would stir up waves in her heart.

Although she appeared calm and calm, as if nothing mattered anymore, in fact, her heart was already broken.

Now, Gong Yumo has grasped her temperament of being soft but not hard, using gentle tricks to make her surrender step by step, and fell into the vortex of his feelings again.

She was really afraid, afraid that she would fall into his gentle trap again and repeat the same mistakes again.

She had already lost half her life in this relationship, and she finally let herself out, pretending that nothing happened, she didn't want to go through it again.

She has nothing to lose.

"I know what you're thinking." Gong Yumo said suddenly, and continued to feed her a spoonful of porridge, "You don't have to worry about that, just look at me carefully and understand that my feelings for you have not changed from the beginning to the end. Just fine."

"Do you really like me?" An Xiaoyue looked at him with misty eyes.

"I like it." Gong Yumo replied very affirmatively and firmly, "It's just a pity that I didn't have time to tell you before. After so many things happened, I let you know that I have liked you for 19 years."

"In the past 19 years, in my heart, I have only you from the beginning to the end, and it has never changed."

An Xiaoyue was overwhelmed by his sudden and affectionate words. In the past three years of marriage, she and Gong Yumo had never discussed the matter of feelings so seriously, and they had never been honest with each other whether they liked each other or not. .

After going around for a while, they discovered that they had always had each other in their hearts.

After such a thing happened, she also tried to forget him, not to think about him, and even not to love him.

But she couldn't deceive her heart.

She loves him, loves him very much.

It was a paranoid love coming from the bottom of my heart, mixed with grievance and unwillingness, and it would rise again after finally retreating.

Repeatedly in my heart like this, hesitating.