The doctor gave Josnian a few more instructions before going out.

Perhaps because of the infusion, Josnian's hands were very cold. When he looked at Ye Jiaqi, his eyebrows were not as sharp as usual, but more pale.

"I want to take a nap." He said, "Can you help me look at the infusion bottle?"

Knowing that it was his excuse, Ye Jiaqi didn't refute when he saw his tired eyes.

Josnian took it as her acquiescence, found a comfortable position to sleep on, and covered herself with the quilt.

He really needed to get some sleep.

The exhaustion and psychological trauma of the past few days almost overwhelmed him, and he could not find any comfort mentally or physically. Only he knew that kind of pain. At the same time, he attributed it to four words, self-inflicted.

Ye Jiaqi stood by the bed and looked down at Josnian who was sleeping.

People who have watched it for so many years are very familiar with it.

After hesitating for a long time, she sat down on the sofa and did nothing, just looked at him.

Not long after, Josnian seemed to fall asleep. When he was asleep, he was not very honest. His hands kept moving, probably because he was cold, and he kept trying to tuck himself into the quilt.

Ye Jiaqi frowned and had to stand up and hold down his infusion hand again and again to prevent him from moving.

This movement will cause bleeding.

However, Josnian's hands were really cold.

Ye Jiaqi found a blanket, folded it, put it under his hand, and wrapped it.

Drowsily, Josnian seemed to open his eyes and looked at her.

She also gave him a warning look: "Don't move."

"Well..." He closed his eyes again.

It took two hours to finish a bottle of water. Ye Jiaqi stayed with him for two hours hungry. She wanted to leave several times, but finally sat down again.

Ye Jiaqi held his head and closed his eyes slightly.

She recalled that when she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she had a high fever and went to the hospital. She was so dizzy and hot that she was almost unconscious. At that time, Josnian kept holding her hand and asking her to

do not be afraid.

He was only just coming of age at that time, but he was mature and steady befitting his age.

She had a high fever for several days, and he kept her company for several days.

When she woke up, she threw herself at him in fear: "I thought I would never see you again."

He pushed her away in disgust: "I just have a high fever."

"You'll be stupid."

"You're not smart anyway."

Memories of the past suddenly popped up, and Ye Jiaqi's eyes were filled with tears. She and he... had really known each other for many, many years.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed his eyes and looked up at the infusion bottle.

The water in the bottle dripped down little by little, very slowly and quietly.

The ward was silent, and Ye Jiaqi could hear his own heartbeat and breathing, peaceful and peaceful.

Ye Jiaqi looked at Josnian. He was sleeping soundly. He was really asleep.

Josnian on the bed was no longer the same as he was when he was a boy. When he was a boy, he was handsome and gentle. Although he was cold, his eyes were warm.

She kept looking at him like this until all the water in the infusion bottle was drained.

She carefully lifted the blanket, held down the needle, and pulled it out gently without waking him.

The night is already deep.

The leaves outside the window are swaying under the moonlight, interweaving various pictures and changing into infinite styles.

Ye Jiaqi didn't leave, probably because he was tired, so he leaned against the bed and fell asleep.

After a long journey, she was so tired that she forgot that she was hungry.
Chapter completed!