I looked at her silently, without saying anything or moving.

She ate in big mouthfuls, but tears kept falling into the clay pot rice like beads with broken threads.

I know why she cried.

I wanted to say something, but hesitated for a while, but chose to remain silent.

I really don't know what to say.

Abu took a few bites and couldn't take it anymore.

She put down the spoon, turned her head and looked out the window, wiped her tears, and let out a gentle breath.

The room was quiet and the atmosphere was subtle.

I looked at her, she looked out the window, two unfinished food on the table and the warm afternoon sunshine...

This moment is beautiful, like an oil painting, deeply engraved into our memory, and in this life, it will never be erased again.

After a few minutes of the breakup.

She took a deep breath, held the sofa with difficulty, and wanted to stand up.

But her legs didn't have the strength to stand up.

I hesitated for a moment, got up and came to her, and gently picked her up.

"I want to wash my face," she whispered.

I smiled and nodded, "Yes."

I carried her to the bathroom, put her on the ground, and then helped her.

She turned on the faucet, took a towel, wet it, wringed it out, and wiped her face...

Unconsciously, the support turned into a hug.

After washing her face, she looked at me and said, "I can."

"Then go back to have a meal," I said.

She shook her head, "I'm very tired and want to rest."

"good."

I picked her up, walked out of the bathroom, came to the bed, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Then, I returned to the table and continued to eat.

I first ate my own portion, and then ate the rest of Abu as well.

After lunch, I put the tableware into the insulated box, went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and came to the bed again.

Abu is already asleep.

Her face was very red, and there were tears on the corners of her eyes, and her breathing was not very even.

Seeing that her breath was wrong, I tried her forehead with my hands and found it was particularly hot.

She had a fever again.

I sat down beside the bed, held her hand, and looked carefully at her eyebrows.

Her divine light was normal, and there was no sign of fire rushing again.

But why did she have a fever? I was thinking, suddenly, she opened her eyes.

A layer of lilac iridescent light appeared on her pupils, which looked like she had contact lenses. It was very beautiful, but her eyes had dissipated.

I was shocked and hurriedly picked her up and called her, "Abu! Abu! Wake up! Wake up!"

She collapsed in my arms, her eyes blankly at the ceiling, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

"Abu!Abu!" I shouted anxiously.

I don't know what happened to her, but the rainbow light is not a good sign. My intuition tells me that she is in danger now and her soul is about to leave her body.

"Abu! Wake up! Wake up!" I kept shouting.

But no matter how I shouted, she didn't respond, and the rainbow light on her eyes became stronger and stronger.

I tried to calm down, quickly took out my cell phone, and called her father.

"Hey, Master Wu Zheng", the devil is as slow as ever.

"What's going on with Abu?" I asked excitedly, "What's going on with the rainbow light on her eyes?"

"I have it in my eyes, too," said the devil.

I was stunned, "You mean..."

“I’m walking on the coffee,” he said, “Let’s meet and chat.”

"Meet?" I looked at Abu in my arms, "But she is very dangerous now! Her soul is about to leave her body!"
Chapter completed!