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Shu Changyu moved closer, his forehead gently against Song Yan's, their warm breaths blending together.

He asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan pursed her lips and asked him in a low voice: "Are you angry?"

Shu Changyu's lips curved slightly, his eyes were ambiguous, and he paused before speaking, his voice a little hoarse: "How could I be angry with you, silly Yanyan."

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Song Yan wrinkled his nose and looked at Shu Changyu suspiciously. He always felt that Shu Changyu's expression was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

One could only vaguely sense that the air pressure around Shu Changyu was slightly lower than usual, as if he had deliberately restrained some of his sharpness, but still made people dare not underestimate him.

Song Yan looked at the faint dark circles under his eyes, rubbed her head against Shu Changyu's neck, and said, "Then go and have a rest. You haven't slept all night. I feel much better now."

Shu Changyu felt soft inside because of his childish action, and the tense energy was completely released. He laughed and gently pinched Song Yan's face: "Stop rubbing, why are you like a kitten?"

Song Yan gently bumped Shu Changyu's chest and muttered, "Just rub it, just rub it, go to sleep quickly."

Shu Changyu reached out and ruffled Song Yan's hair, then slowly lay down on the side and closed his eyes.

He was indeed extremely tired. He had not slept for almost two days and his mind was extremely tense. As soon as he relaxed, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Song Yan supported her chin and looked closely at Shu Changyu's sleeping face. His eyes, which usually hid a sharp edge, were now closed, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow, making him look gentle and harmless.

The more Song Yan looked at him, the more curious she found him. She couldn't help but quietly reach out her finger and gently poke his face.

As soon as they touched, Shu Changyu frowned slightly, and Song Yan was so scared that he quickly withdrew his hand. Fortunately, he didn't wake up.

He got out of bed quietly and walked to the window in his slippers. The room was heated by a heating system and it was very warm. He did not feel cold even though he was wearing only a single layer of clothing.

But Song Yan had just recovered from her illness, so she put on a thick brocade jacket and then managed to get to the window.

I pushed open a crack and saw that the snow outside had stopped. The warm sun was shining on the snow, and it was so bright that it was dazzling.

Song Yan raised her hand to block the light, narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced casually across the yard. Not far away, Butler Zheng was directing the servants to clear the snow.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly realized that something was wrong. How long had he slept?

How come when he woke up, the blizzard had stopped, and the peaceful scene under the warm sunshine made Song Yan feel as if time and space were confused.

As he was in a daze, his stomach growled at an inopportune moment. He came to his senses, touched his flat stomach, and slowly moved towards the door.

At this time, Shu's mother asked softly through the door: "Changyu, can I come in?"

Song Yan quickly responded in a low voice: "Mom, please come in."

Mother Shu opened the door and walked in with a lunch box. Seeing Song Yan standing by the window, she scolded, "Why are you up? Why don't you lie down for a while?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Mom, I feel much better now. I want to get some fresh air."

"I thought you must be hungry, so I brought you something to eat." Shu's mother put the food box on the table and opened the lid. The aroma of hot porridge, side dishes and some exquisite snacks filled the air instantly.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Mom, you came at the perfect time. I was starving."

"You've just recovered from a serious illness, so drink some hot porridge to warm your stomach first." Shu's mother said as she served a bowl of porridge to Song Yan.

Song Yan took it and just drank two sips, then she remembered something, looked towards the bed, and whispered, "Mom, Changyu just fell asleep, let's keep our voices down."

Shu's mother smiled knowingly and also slowed down her movements. She sat next to Song Yan, watching him drink porridge and occasionally handing him some side dishes.

Song Yan ate with relish. After finishing a spoonful of hot porridge, she felt much better.

He whispered to Shu's mother: "Mom, why are you here?"

"I heard that you were sick. Could you not come? How could you be so careless, child? It's so cold today. You can't catch a cold again." Shu's mother said with concern.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He was already in his twenties and still made his elders worry so much. He felt really sorry.

"Mom, I'm fine. I just caught a cold. I'm much better now."

Song Yan had never expected that a simple cold would make him so seriously ill. He had always thought that he was in good health.

A few days ago, I was making snowmen and having snowball fights in the snow, and nothing happened. But this time I was careless. I thought I was wearing thick enough clothes and it would be fine if I stayed outside for a while, but I ended up getting caught.

Song Yan was also very depressed. If she had known earlier, she would not have relied on her good health to hang out outside in the snowstorm for a few more times.

It also causes the people around you to worry.

After he finished eating, Shu's mother cleaned up the dishes and put them back in the food box, and reminded him softly: "Xiao Song, you just got better, don't run around, and rest for a while. I'll go to the kitchen and make some nourishing soup for you."

"Okay, mother." Song Yan sent Shu's mother to the door. After thinking for a while, she couldn't help but said, "Mother, thank you for your concern."

Mother Shu smiled and tapped his forehead: "Silly boy, why are you still saying such polite words to your mother?"

"You two are my treasures. As long as you are fine, I will be at ease. You must take care of your health in the future and don't let yourself suffer anymore."

After a brief pause, Shu's mother continued, "Your illness this time really scared everyone. Especially Changyu. I've never seen him so panicked before."

"Xiao Song, you may not know this yet. He has been guarding you without eating or drinking. He has not slept for two days and one night. He has been guarding you here."

Song Yan's heart trembled suddenly, and she murmured, "Mom, I don't know..."

Mother Shu smiled and said, "Changyu has been introverted since he was young. He doesn't show his emotions to others easily. I often worry that he won't be able to find a close friend in the future."

"Luckily, you, Xiao Song, helped him open up to her. You two are really good to each other. After what happened, you should cherish each other even more in the future."

Song Yan pursed her lips, her heart full of warmth and bitterness, and responded with a nasal tone: "Mom, I know, I will."

"Okay, go back to your room and rest." After saying this, Shu's mother turned and left.

Song Yan stood at the door, staring at Shu's mother's back for a while, then turned around and went back to her room.

He walked to the bed and slowly sat down next to the edge.

He stared at Shu Changyu's sleeping face, and Shu's mother's words kept echoing in his mind. All the details he had overlooked and Shu Changyu's tired and nervous expression all emerged one by one.

It was his fault for acting rashly. He could have stayed at home that night. With Li Li and Qiankun there, there was no need for him to go there in person. As a result, he caught a cold and fell ill, and he also caused Shu Changyu so much trouble.

Song Yan was filled with guilt, her nose felt a little sore, and she took a deep breath to suppress the sourness in her throat and the tears that were about to flow.