After eating the congee, Jiang Shuyi helped Wen Yao take her temperature.

38.7 degrees.

Jiang Shuyi looked at the thermometer, biting her lip.

She took out the medicine she had brought, sorted it out, and placed it in Wen Yao's hand. "Take your medicine."

Wen Yao nodded.

Jiang Shuyi sat down beside her and handed her a glass of warm water.

Wen Yao quietly leaned back against the bed, using the water to wash down the pills.

She weakly gazed out at the snow falling outside, thinking it might get heavier soon.

". . ."

"Do you want more water?" Jiang Shuyi asked.

"The snow is going to get heavy, Jiang Shuyi." Wen Yao replied in a somewhat disjointed manner.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the snow outside and nodded. "It seems like it. Do you still want to drink—"

"The snow is going to get heavy, you should leave." Wen Yao interrupted, hinting at the main point of her earlier statement. "If you wait too long, you won't be able to go back."

Jiang Shuyi paused, looking out at the snow, then stubbornly murmured, "... I'm not leaving."

Wen Yao frowned, looking at Jiang Shuyi with a scrutinizing gaze, as if asking why.

"I can't leave."

Jiang Shuyi held onto the tips of Wen Yao's fingers.

". . ." Wen Yao hesitated for a moment.

Seeing her expression, Jiang Shuyi argued, "You said it yourself, the snow is already this heavy."

"There probably won't be any taxis at this time."

"And you're still running a fever," Jiang Shuyi said, feeling a bit anxious as she explained her reasoning. "How can I leave?"

The snow and wind battered against the glass, making a desolate sound.

Outside, the snowflakes danced wildly in the air.

". . ."

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi holding her hand, her expression unchanged. "I've never seen someone so determined to make things difficult for themselves."

---

When Wen Yao opened her eyes again, it was already late at night.

The sounds of the wind and falling snow outside had disappeared, and the light had been turned off at some point, leaving the room filled with the refreshing scent of lemon balm.

The warmth in her palm was comforting.

The warmth was comforting enough that made her feel secure even when waking up in the dark.

There was no need to guess whose warmth it was.

---

The next morning, Jiang Shuyi groggily opened her eyes. She moved her shoulder, and the blanket that had been draped over her fell to the floor.

Jiang Shuyi picked up the blanket and glanced at the window, it was still dark outside, and the dawn sky looked deep blue.

Perhaps because she had been sitting in the chair for too long, Jiang Shuyi felt a bit sore.

Wen Yao was also awake, she slowly turned her head to look at Jiang Shuyi. "Do you want to come sleep on my bed for a while?"

Her voice sounded somewhat recovered.

Wen Yao's dark hair was a bit messy, cascading over her shoulders, giving her a somewhat indescribable, decadent beauty in the dim dawn light.

Jiang Shuyi shivered slightly and quickly shook her head. "No, no, it's fine."

Putting aside the fact that she couldn't bring herself to take a sick person's bed, just the thought of lying in Wen Yao's bed made her feel restless.

"Did you just woke up?" Jiang Shuyi asked.

"Mm."

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao and reached out to check her forehead.

Wen Yao didn't move, looking into Jiang Shuyi's eyes.

"It seems like your fever has gone down." Jiang Shuyi sighed in relief, feeling that her efforts in changing the fever patches last night were worth it.

She handed the thermometer to Wen Yao. "Use this to check again."

"Mm."

Wen Yao slowly unbuttoned her collar and quietly placed the thermometer under her arm.

With delicate fingers, she loosened her collar, revealing a mole that was usually hidden.

Jiang Shuyi looked at the mole she was somewhat familiar with and quickly turned her head away.

"...But even if your fever has gone down today, I suggest you still rest at home for one more day." As she changed the subject, she hurried into the kitchen and heated up the congee she had made yesterday.

That delicate mole kept bouncing around in her mind, making her crack a few eggs with force and pour the boiling rice porridge into the pot.

After a while, Wen Yao pulled out the thermometer from under her arm. "The fever is gone."

"Ah, really? That's good."

Jiang Shuyi nodded absently.

She placed a spoon into the congee and then set the bowl in front of Wen Yao.

". . ." Wen Yao looked at the bowl.

She seemed to have some dissatisfaction as she stared at Jiang Shuyi without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Are you not hungry?"

Jiang Shuyi stood in front of the sink, looking at Wen Yao with confusion.

"You fed me yesterday," Wen Yao said, staring at the spoon, her tone calm. "Are you not going to feed me today?"

". . ."

Hearing this, Jiang Shuyi almost knocked her head against the sink, and the pot in her hand nearly fell to the ground.

She restrained her expression, trying to read something from Wen Yao's face.

But the Omega, who had just said something shocking, had already picked up the spoon and calmly scooped the congee into her mouth.

As if nothing had happened. Composed and unruffled.

—So, can someone please come and tell me what Wen Yao meant by that?

—What exactly does she mean?

Jiang Shuyi absentmindedly washed the dishes, feeling like her head was about to explode from thinking.

---

Before long, Wen Yao set down her spoon.

"Can't eat anymore?"

Jiang Shuyi guessed that she probably couldn't eat much. Wen Yao usually only ate a little at lunchtime, so how much could she eat in the morning, even if she was hungry?

Yesterday, she had eaten two small bowls because she hadn't eaten all day, but today it was clear she couldn't eat too much.

"Mm." Wen Yao nodded.

"It's okay." Jiang Shuyi looked at the remaining less than a bowl of congee and felt it wouldn't be right to put it back in the fridge.

Remembering she hadn't had breakfast either and was a bit hungry, she took the bowl in front of Wen Yao and brought it to her own spot to eat.

". . ."

Wen Yao's gaze fell on the spoon that Jiang Shuyi was using, which she had used earlier, hesitating to say something.

"Hmm?" Jiang Shuyi took another bite of congee, noticing Wen Yao's hesitant expression, and paused with the spoon in her hand. "What's wrong?"

"No," Wen Yao pressed her lips together, looking elsewhere. "It's nothing..."

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