C7 Taking Care of Her

Yih Tianxi was immediately drenched. Loong Yujun tried to help her up, but she refused, leaving him helpless as he watched her frail body sway in the heavy rain.

Though Tianxi wanted to hold on, her weak body couldn't support her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and despite her efforts to keep them open, she slipped into darkness.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, she felt herself fall into a warm embrace.

"Tianxi, what's wrong? Wake up!" Yujun noticed her body leaning to the side and quickly stepped forward to catch her. He shook her gently, calling her name, but she didn't respond. Realizing she had fainted, he frowned, took off his jacket to cover her, and carried her to the car, heading straight to the hospital.

"What's wrong with her?" Yujun's handsome face was expressionless, his gaze icy as he looked at the middle-aged doctor. His voice was cold. "Didn't you say she just had a fever? Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"Mr. Loong, she really just has a fever," the doctor replied, feeling a chill under Yujun's cold stare. It was as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar. He suppressed a shiver and said, somewhat defensively, "But her body is very weak, so she needs rest. She's likely in a deep sleep now. Once she's rested, she'll wake up naturally."

So, she was just asleep. Yujun's icy expression softened slightly as he asked, "When will she wake up?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and hesitated before saying, "About... two hours, I think."

Yujun cast a cold glance at the doctor, his voice dripping with menace. "You better be right. If she's not awake in two hours, you can kiss your medical career goodbye. Now, leave."

Relieved by Yujun's command, the middle-aged doctor hurriedly exited the room.

Yujun walked slowly to the bedside, his gaze softening as he looked at Tianxi, who lay there with an IV drip. Her face, usually pale, was flushed with a fever-induced blush, giving her a fragile beauty reminiscent of early spring blossoms.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long, dark lashes looked like delicate brushes, evoking a sense of tenderness. Even in her sleep, her slender brows were furrowed, as if burdened by endless worries.

"Tianxi, why do you always make people worry?" Yujun sighed softly, his long, fair fingers gently smoothing her furrowed brow.

Sensing his touch, Tianxi reached up, clasping his hand and pressing it to her cheek. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she murmured softly, "Su Heng, I miss you so much."

Her features were already exquisite, but her radiant smile was like a blossom after the rain, breathtakingly beautiful. Yujun felt his heart skip a beat, forgetting to pull his hand away, as he stood there, captivated by her peaceful sleeping face.