Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The symptoms of anti-sickness drugs failing are very obvious.

The dizziness and pain from the high fever surged to my brain almost instantly.

The hero lying in bed frowned slightly, feeling that the sounds in his ears were blurred.

In the visual field, Hattori seemed to be saying something to him, but Yun Xianhe couldn't hear it clearly at all, and even his lip movements were blurry.

'What is he saying? ’

[Big brother, he is nagging you to have a good rest. If you feel better tomorrow, get up and go solve the case with him.]

'it is good. '

[Uh, big brother, I replied to him. 】

With his head dizzy, he raised his hand and grabbed the little detective's arm.

"it is good."

"Ok?"

Conan was slightly stunned when he suddenly heard this.

He moved closer to Yun Xianhe, wanting to ask what the other party was agreeing to.

However, when he saw the other person's eyelids were about to close, he stopped talking.

"Rest assured, Brother Xianhe."

He Ye took off the fever-reducing patch on Yun Xianhe's forehead, which had completely heated up, and Xiaolan, who was standing next to him, put a wrung wet towel on it.

The slightly cool touch made the hero's frown relax a little.

Conan heard the other party mutter in a very light and hoarse voice:

"I've never had such a bad cold before..."

The little detective sighed helplessly and covered the other party with the quilt that he had just lifted up.

"Yes, yes, so, just rest better this time, okay?"

Yun Xianhe didn't reply to him.

For someone who is dizzy, losing consciousness is just a matter of seconds.

After the other person's breathing completely stabilized, the four people guarding around looked at each other and all showed helpless smiles.

Hattori rubbed his hair twice and muttered softly:

"Really... this guy really scares me every time."

"If you are sick, just take a good rest."

He Ye was also puzzled as to why Yun Xianhe had a high fever but still secretly came out with them.

Xiaolan, who was sitting opposite, smiled, lowered her eyes to look at Yun Xianhe, and whispered:

"Although Xianhe-kun looks very powerful, he is actually a person who is very afraid of loneliness, right?"

"Ok?"

"It seems that every time Conan or Hattori-kun asks him out, whether it's to solve a case or to play, he will be very happy. It should be because he can be with his friends."

Hearing this, the two detectives fell silent at the same time.

Hattori rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, then stood up and walked out:

"Let's go Conan."

"Are you two going to see the tomb?"

"Ah, and try to find out as many things as possible."

The person who opened the paper sliding door looked back at the unconscious person and suddenly smiled:

"That guy will definitely ask when he wakes up, right?"

You'll have to have something to tell the other person when the time comes.

Conan, who was following behind, chuckled:

"You're right."

The paper sliding door closed.

He Ye, who was left behind, glanced at the unconscious Yun Xianhe and said to Xiao Lan:

"The three of them have a really good relationship."

"Aren't we two good?"

"…You are such a good talker."

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so painful...

Shortness of breath and dizziness.

If my body hadn't been firmly on the ground, I would have thought I was thrown into a washing machine.

【“Idle Crane.”】

…Who is it?

【“Wake up.”】

no,

I feel dizzy, my eyelids feel heavy, I can't open them at all...

[“How can it not work? Didn’t it say it would work immediately?”]

...Who is talking about...

The heavy brain is completely unable to think.

The brave man, who felt that there was an irritating noise in his ears, opened his eyes with great effort and looked towards the source of the sound.

Under the dim light, a man was fiddling with something with his back to him.

Yun Xianhe struggled to turn over, and the towel on his head fell onto the pillow, forming a limp heap.

Just like him.

The man, who was completely exhausted, fell back weakly when he tried to sit up for the first time.

The mattress beneath him made a slight creaking sound, alerting the man who was fiddling with the potion.

[“Ah, you’re awake? You’d better lie down. You’ll feel dizzy if you get up now.”]

The shoulder that had just been raised was gently pressed back.

Yun Xianhe forced his eyes open and looked over, but could only vaguely see a profile.

The lips that were cracked due to the high fever slightly lifted up, and the slightly childish voice was hoarse as it came out of the throat:

"gentlemen,"

[“Be good, be good. I’m here. You’ll get better soon after taking the medicine.”]

"…Feel sorry,"

[“It’s normal for children to get sick, but next time you go to the river to play in the water, remember to change your clothes in time. Um… you probably won’t remember it now, so let’s talk about it when you get better. Come on, open your mouth, it’s a bit bitter.”]

The little hand on the quilt struggled to lift up and grasped the spoon handed to him by the other party.

"I will do it myself……"

The person who said this did not take any further action.

Yun Xianhe stared at his palm blankly and blinked in confusion.

...How old is he now?

[“Let me do it. Being sick is a good opportunity to act like a spoiled child, isn’t it?”]

His confused brain was unable to process the information for a moment, but it was obvious that he still remembered some things.

Xiaoyun Xianhe shook his head and muttered:

"I won't act like a spoiled child."

I don’t know what made this sentence tickle the other person’s funny bone, but Yun Xianhe could see that the gentle eyebrows were slightly curved.

Bai Yue Changsheng handed the medicine to Yun Xianhe's mouth and said:

[“Okay, stop being a spoiled brat. Maybe it’s okay for you to rely on me a little too much? After all, you’re still just a child.”]

…child?

The hero swallowed the tasteless potion, blinked, and focused his eyes on his palm again.

It was small, soft to the touch, and had no calluses from sword practice...

Ah... yes, he was a little kid.

After taking the medicine, the man was put back in bed and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Yun Xianhe stared blankly at the familiar ceiling above his head and muttered:

"Is this a dream?"

【"Um."】

The scene before my eyes faded in an instant.

In the darkness, the brave man lying in the quilt looked at the glowing figure sitting next to him whose eyebrows and eyes could not be seen, and suddenly laughed.

Weak fingers gently grasped the other's wrist.

Yun Xianhe looked at the soul that was so close to him and whispered:

"Just try to trick me anyway..."

[“Hahaha… I can fool anyone but you.”]

The translucent palm gently fell on Yun Xianhe's forehead.

The lonely child fondly caressed the warmth that had long been out of reach, with a slightly furrowed brow and a suppressed voice, carrying the subtle fragility of a serious illness:

"Did you sneak out of my heart?"

【"no."】

The pure white soul lowered his eyebrows, looked at the child he had raised, and said slowly:

【“Because you wanted to see me, I came here.”】

"How cunning... sir."

[“Haha, it’s true, isn’t it?…Take a break. You can act cute with me.”]

“Hahahaha… didn’t I say that?”

He won't act like a spoiled brat...