After Qiao Muyuan's repeated persuasion, Sister Cui went to sleep in the small room.

After washing up, Qiao Muyuan put on slippers and gently entered the inner room where Ji Changmu was. Walking to the bedside, she leaned over and changed a cold towel for him. Seeing that his high fever did not go away, the little girl frowned, full of sadness.

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"Brother Ji." She called him while sitting by the bed, but the person on the bed still didn't move.

Her scorching eyes looked at Ji Changmu, with worry and anxiety in her eyes, and his figure was reflected in her pupils.

She kept looking at him without taking her eyes off his face. She lowered her head and placed her lips on his slightly hot thin lips. She didn't know how to do it, so she simply kissed him for a while.

Ji Changmu didn't move, but she blushed heavily.

The man who was usually aloof, cold, dignified, and distant from others was now by her side. Since their separation, he had never taken the initiative to touch her. In fact, even during the time they were together, he kept a sense of proportion and distance.

The time they spent together was neither long nor short, and he never behaved inappropriately toward her and always maintained a gentlemanly attitude.

Sometimes Qiao Muyuan would wonder, should they really be together?

But it was always true that she liked him.

What about him? Does he like her? The answer may disappoint her.

But at least at this moment, on the windy and snowy night, he belonged to her.

Qiao Muyuan got into bed, hugged him, and put her little head on his chest. She really wanted to hug him for the rest of her life...really.

But her enthusiasm and his indifference seemed to be in sharp contrast. His attitude towards her was very indifferent. He really had to treat the end of the last time as a breakup and seriously keep a distance from her.

But she still liked him so much that she couldn't let him go.

When she thought of this, she cried aggrievedly, and her tears fell on his hospital gown.

Her courage was almost exhausted... When she sent him a birthday gift, she thought about ending it forever, but in the end, a phone call from Sister Cui destroyed all her defenses.

The man she was holding in her arms was very hot all over, his fever persisted, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

"Brother Ji, get well soon... I want you to be well in the future. Just forget it if you don't want me. I know that I am willful and naughty, and I have caused you countless troubles. I can't force things to happen... But I still let go

Not less than you." Qiao Muyuan hugged him and babbled.

It was quiet outside the window, and the howling wind was in my ears.

Qiao Muyuan knew that Ji Changmu belonged to her at this moment, so cherish this moment.

But when she thought about how he would be a husband and a father in the future, she became breathless and hid in his chest and sobbed.

My heart feels so uncomfortable...

It was snowing all over the sky, so they spent this New Year together.

Qiao Muyuan didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already the next morning and the doctor came to check the room.

The little girl was awakened by the sound of talking. When she woke up, she saw the doctors and nurses staring at her. She shyly got out of the bed and obediently made room for them to examine Ji Changmu.

She walked out of the inner room.

Sister Cui has already prepared breakfast: "Miss Qiao, get dressed and come have breakfast!"

"good……"

There were voices in the inner room, and soon the doctor came out: "The patient's high fever has not gone away, and we need to continue to observe him."
Chapter completed!