Mu Yutian wanted to hear that person's voice clearly, to open her eyes and see that person's face clearly, and to ask him many questions he wanted to ask.

But later, she was in a daze and no sense of consciousness, and didn't know if she fainted or fell asleep.

Lying in bed, she didn't dream that night, but her thinking was not clear and she couldn't sleep.

Mu Yutian only felt that her throat was very dry and her headache was much better, but she seemed to have done something very hard the day before. Her bones were crispy, her whole body was sore, and she couldn't get up from the bed.

She moved her body a little, and there was a slight stinging sensation on the back of her hands.

Want to drink water...

I even want to see the person I hugged myself before fainting.

Not sure which one is stronger, Mu Yutian finally woke up. She slowly opened her eyes. She was indeed lying on the hospital bed, but there was no one around.

She looked down at her hand, and two pieces of medical tape were applied to the back of her hand, and tore open the back of her hand to see a tiny needle hole.

"Murong..." She only made a little sound, and her voice seemed to be smoking.

She lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but her legs were weak...

At this moment, the door was opened from outside.

When the man outside the door saw that she was about to fall off the bed, he immediately stepped forward, grabbed her body with his hands, and stuffed her back into the quilt.

Murong Yan’s execution!

When Mu Yutian saw him, her first reaction was to be excited.

But after subconscious reactions, there were a lot of other thoughts in my mind.

Murong Yan lifted a insulation bucket on the small cabinet beside him. After opening it, the sweet smell of osmanthus wine wafted out from it.

Murong Yanxing picked up the small bowl, poured some, then scooped a small mouthful with a white porcelain spoon, and sent it to Mu Yutian's lips.

Mu Yutian lowered her eyes, and there were a few golden osmanthus flowers floating on the surface of the sweet soup, and a few white, fat, soft and glutinous small balls lying on the spoon.

It must have been made by Sister Fang, and it was delivered from home...

Mu Yutian opened her mouth and took a bite obediently.

A mouthful of sweet soup went into his mouth, crossed his throat, and reached his stomach. Mu Yutian immediately felt that her whole throat felt comfortable and was not as dry anymore.

After swallowing a bite of food, she had not had time to speak, Murong Yanxing's second spoon was fed to her mouth again.

It was not until a bowl of osmanthus wine was brewed that Mu Yutian became hot and her stomach was no longer empty. Murong Yanxing stopped.

"You... are back."

"What's wrong?" Murong Yanxing looked at her solemnly, "I said that it will take five days to go back on my promise. Isn't this back?"

Mu Yutian just looked at him, her eyes seemed to be more watery than usual, and her eyes were flowing, but there were more feelings and entanglements in it than in the past.

"Do you know why I fainted?" Murong Yanxing put the thing aside, sat on the chair beside the bed, crossed his hands on his legs, expressionless, like a parent who interrogated the child who had done something wrong.

Mu Yutian looked at his face and was stunned for a moment: "I...I'm not...I have some terminal illness."
Chapter completed!