She knew which room Song Shaoyan slept in, so she gently opened the door and poked her head into the room to take a look.

Song Shaoyan lay flat on the bed, motionless, but opened his eyes when he heard the door open.

As soon as he turned his head, he happened to see Ning An at the door.

She poked her head around, as if she was afraid of waking him up, so she tiptoed.

Their eyes met before she spoke: "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Song Shaoyan raised the corners of his lips, with a cute look in his eyes, very docile, but also very weak.

The room was well heated, so Ning An came in and closed the door.

She was wearing a red turtleneck sweater today, which made her skin extremely fair. There seemed to be moisture hanging on her eyelashes, and her eyes were hazy.

The slippers stepped on the thick carpet, making no sound and being quiet.

The curtains in the bedroom are tightly closed, but the light from the crystal lamp is very bright.

Song Shaoyan's face was not very good to begin with, and it looked even worse under the light.

There is a cup of cold water and a few boxes of medicine beside the bed, clean and simple.

The style of his bedroom is also monotonous. The simple black and white style is incompatible with the luxury of the outer hall. It is more like a world of his own.

"I smell the aroma of dumplings." Song Shaoyan tried his best to speak every word, his voice was hoarse and dark.

"It's dumplings, can you... eat them?"

"I guess I can eat two or three."

"Do you still like stuffed cabbage?"

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan nodded lightly and looked at Ning An with unfocused eyes, blurred and in a trance.

Ning An didn't want to see him like this. This was not Song Shaoyan. Where had the high-spirited and pointed Song Shaoyan gone... The person in front of him was not him.

Her nose felt a little sore, so Ning An turned her head and said, "I'll get it for you."

She left in a hurry, but in fact she knew her eyes were red.

She didn't know that Song Shaoyan's condition had deteriorated to this point. It rained heavily today and the humidity was high. This kind of weather must be very painful for him.

She saw beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Sister An An, have you seen Mr. Song?" Xiaoduo asked in a low voice.

"Well, he's not in good condition."

"Yeah, that's what happened last night. He said his legs hurt, and Dr. Jiang is not in Huacheng." Xiaoduo sighed, "Fortunately, there are injections at home. The housekeeper has almost become half a nurse in taking care of Mr. Song in the past few years.

She was more skilled at giving injections than the nurse. Later, Mr. Song got better. He fell asleep in the early morning and was woken up by the pain again in the morning."

Ning An's face was indescribably complicated: "Has he had breakfast?"

"No, he kept saying he couldn't eat, so he drank some water. Then he said he didn't have much appetite and asked me to make some dumplings for lunch."

"I'll get a bowl."

Ning An went to the kitchen.

Xiaoduo also followed.

Ning'an knew that Song Shaoyan liked dumplings stuffed with cabbage, which were light and not greasy.

She also made some seasonings for him. He liked to add balsamic vinegar, sesame oil and crushed peanuts. He was very picky about his taste.

Xiaoduo, who was standing aside, was surprised. She saw Ning An making these skillfully, and she was stunned: "Sister An An, you, how do you know that Mr. Song likes to eat like this?"

Ning An's hands also paused. She had just done these things...it seemed to be done naturally.

There was a strange feeling in her heart, and she lowered her eyelids, not hiding it from Xiaoduo: "I knew him before."

"Ah?" Xiaoduo was even more surprised, "It turns out you have known each other for a long time."
Chapter completed!