Mu Xiaowu woke up from the cold. When he reached out to grab the quilt, he found that the thick layer of brocade was wrapped around him, and even the neck was tied tightly, so the air conditioner could not be filled in at all.

But she still felt cold. A stream of coldness that came out was swimming along her bones and rushing to all parts of her body. The moisture emitted from her made her body sore and numb.

In fact, from the night she came to Kampot, she had already felt the coldness coming from her stomach. However, at that time, she thought that she was not suitable for the environment and had eaten something that was not as good as her appetite. But now, she found that the coldness could not be warmed no matter how many bowls of hot tea and ginger soup were used. On the contrary, it seemed to have roots in her stomach, and was raised by some means, and grew stronger little by little.

"Xiaowu..." A mutter came from beside him. Mu Xiaowu sat up wrapped in a quilt and saw Zhao Zimai curled up and twisting his body unbearably on the couch, "Xiaowu, belly."

Mu Xiaowu felt a little moved, remembering that he had said something like stomach discomfort yesterday, so he quickly asked, "Zimai, is your stomach very cold?"

Zhao Zimai nodded with difficulty, then shivered again, "Leng, it seems like it's a lump of ice."

Mu Xiaowu frowned, and his palms were slightly pressed, and a light blue flame suddenly ignited in the palm of her palm. Her body felt a lot more comfortable because of the real fire, but while she used force, she also felt that part of her meridians seemed to be blocked, so that the flow of the flames was not so smooth. It took a lot of effort to barely accumulate such a little thin and weak flame in her palm.

But now she couldn't care about that much. After decisively throwing the quilt aside, she put her palm on Zhao Zimai's back heart and helped him push the cold air out of his body.

The body under her palm shrank into a ball. She was obviously a big man, but now she looked like a child, a child who needed a lot of love. He hummed under her, his eyebrows frowned, and turned into three distant mountains that were even green. There were wet tears in his eyes, which dissipated into fine spots of light, hitting Mu Xiaowu's soft heart.

She held her breath and cast all her strength in her palms and in his heart. Finally, he removed the pain, stretched his eyebrows, his eyes were shiny, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Is it comfortable?" Mu Xiaowu helped Zhao Zimai up, and he sat next to her obediently, nodded like a big dog after a full meal.

"Are you tired?" Zhao Zimai saw Mu Xiaowu panting slightly, his face was a little pale, and his heart was suddenly pulled for a while. He held her jaw with both hands and looked at the face carefully, "You are not feeling well, aren't you?"

The breath he exhaled was a little warm and damp, and itchy on his face, and Mu Xiaowu then showed a heartless smile again, "I've been clamored by the sound of rain for a night, but I haven't had enough sleep."

Zhao Zimai was still a little worried. He grabbed her cold palm and put it between his palms to rub it. He was clumsy, but sincere and adorable.

"Zimai."

"Um?"

"When we go back, we will tidy up Qiyunxuan, plant fruits and vegetables in the front yard, and raise a nest of rabbits, so that they can eat whatever they want, dig holes where they want, and make dozens of rabbits and grandchildren, and give birth to dozens of rabbits and grandchildren?"

"The rabbit ate everything in the field, what should we eat?"

"Of course we eat rabbits," she smiled with her eyes narrowed, her eyes falling on the puddles outside the window, which were shining brightly by the rising sun. "They eat our dishes, and we eat their meat, it's not a loss."

After saying that, she looked at Zhao Zimai again, pulled out her hand with a smile, and gently pressed down a thigh of raised hair on his head, "I just don't know when I will go back..."

Zhao Zimai once again grabbed her hand and held it in his palm, looking at her leisurely, with long eyelashes flashing like two light butterflies, "What are Xiaowu worried about?"

"This place..." Her eyes suddenly roared, and she moved slightly, engaging the hearts of the person opposite.

She lowered her voice, "This place is different from any place I have been to. I have encountered more dangerous situations before. But this time, I don't know why, but I always feel anxious for no reason, as if," she swallowed lightly, wondering if Zhao Zimai could understand the following sentence, "It seems that I am in a big cocoon, I pulled the thread myself, and I and you are tighter and tighter. The more I want to struggle, the deeper I sink. The more I want to see it, the more I can't understand it..."

Zhao Zimai frowned and looked at him. Bai Shengsheng's handsome face still had that ignorant and innocent expression. Mu Xiaowu suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Even she had not thought clearly yet. How could she force a child of six or seven to understand?

"When the butterfly breaks out of the cocoon, he doesn't know where he is, nor how high the sky is outside, but one day it breaks through the constraints, he will know that it turns against the wind and turns towards the sun, which is not as difficult as it imagines."

He suddenly said something big, and said it very smoothly without a single bump, just like this sentence was hidden under his flexible tongue for a long time. At the most appropriate moment, he raised his lips and tongue and put it out.

Mu Xiaowu looked at him blankly. The next moment, his body shook, and he suddenly leaned closer, looking at his eyes intently, trying to find a little of Zhao Zimai's original shadow from it.

The most noble young man in the capital had the most compassionate heart and carried the heaviest burden. At this moment, she suddenly missed him very much, missed him very much.

"Zimai, who taught you this?"

There was a little tremolo in her voice. She wished Zhao Zimai raised her eyebrows, smiled casually like before, and said to her, Xiaowu, I'm back.

But he didn't. Zhao Zimai grinned and showed his neat white teeth, with curved eyebrows and eyes, "Dad said, he also said that one day I will break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly and find what I have lost."

Mu Xiaowu's heart sank, and the flashing sunshine that was within reach was now covered by shadows, and even the smallest spot of light was reluctant to leave it to her.

"It will definitely be," she tried to hide the disappointment in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised an abnormal curve, "I will definitely find it."

The last few words were interrupted by a burst of footsteps outside the yard. The two of them turned their heads and looked out the window at the same time. Before they could exchange glances with each other, they screamed again, cutting through the wet air and piercing into their soft ear drums.

"It's dead..."

"Big wife..."
Chapter completed!