After I traveled through the book, I became the favorite of the cold and indifferent prince.

The weather in early spring seems to be exceptionally long.

The sun rises and sets.

For three consecutive days, Yan Qingwan kept his eyes closed and did not wake up.

What makes people feel heartbroken is that tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, as if they would never end.

Not only that, from her slightly open lips, soft calls came out from time to time, repeating the name of every relative in the family, her tone filled with endless sadness and helplessness.

Madam Yan II stood quietly by the bed and touched Yan Qingwan's forehead, which was still very hot.

She couldn't help but burst into tears, her heart was filled with panic, but she kept saying to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay, my Ah Wanji is blessed by heaven, he will definitely be fine, he will definitely be fine."

Yan Qingchen silently reached out and wrung the wet towel in the wooden basin half dry, then applied it to his sister's bloodless and abnormally pale forehead to cool her down.

His gaze lingered on her pale face for a long time. The innocent and bright smile of his sister in the past kept appearing in his mind. He felt as if he was being tortured to death.

Today is already the third day. When will Awan wake up?

After a stick of incense.

The maid came into the room with medicine.

Yan Qingchen took the bowl consciously and came to the bedside.

Upon seeing this, Madam Yan wiped the tears from her face quickly, then helped her daughter up and let her lean on her arms.

She said in a choked voice, "Yan Hui, you come and feed the medicine. I will support Ah Wan and press her Lianquan acupoint with my hands."

Yan Qingchen nodded calmly: "Okay."

His mother was already very panicked, and his father was not at home at the moment, so as the eldest son, he had to keep calm.

The medicine was fed into Yan Qingwan's mouth spoonful by spoonful, but most of it was spit out and only a small part was swallowed. It was not known whether it had any effect.

Yan Qingchen put down the bowl in his hand and helped his mother to put his sister back on the bed.

Then continue to apply cold compresses to your sister to cool her down.

While he was busy, he vaguely heard his sister humming on the bed and hurriedly moved closer to listen.

"Father, please don't do that. Father, Mother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, it's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Yan Qingchen's brows furrowed when he heard this. His sister had been repeating these words for three days.

What happened in the dream that made her voice so desperate and helpless?

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Yan Qingwan woke up in the evening.

My head felt stuffy and heavy, as if it was being pressed down by a heavy stone. My eyes were sore and swollen, and my throat was bitter.

She groaned in pain, trying to ease the discomfort.

She felt as if she had just experienced a terrible nightmare.

But I couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

The maidservant beside the bed had been guarding the bed. When she heard Yan Qingwan's voice, she immediately showed an ecstatic expression and shouted excitedly: "The young lady is awake! The young lady is awake!"

Then, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, getting closer and closer.

Then, a familiar and kind voice came into my ears.

"Ah Wan, my dear daughter, you finally woke up. How do you feel now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

This is the mother's voice, full of concern and anxiety.

Yan Qingwan tried hard to open her eyes. The light in the room was a little dim. After she tried several times, her vision gradually became clear.

Then she saw her mother's pale, haggard face, tears in her eyes.

Yan Qingwan moved his lips slightly and wanted to speak, but found that his voice was too hoarse to be heard clearly.

She coughed a few times, trying to clear her throat.

Upon seeing this, Madam Yan Er quickly brought a cup of warm water to her mouth, carefully helped her up, and let her drink it slowly.

After drinking a glass of water, Yan Qingwan felt his throat felt much better.

While Madam Yan Er took the cup and handed it to Yan Qingchen beside him, Yan Qingwan stared at his mother's pale and tired face.

A heart-wrenching emotion surged in her heart, making her cry uncontrollably.

Tears poured out of her eyes like a flood. She threw herself into Madam Yan's arms without hesitation and hugged her tightly. Her voice was choked and hoarse, "Mother..."

Mrs. Yan was obviously very surprised by Yan Qingwan's sudden action.

But she quickly stretched out her arms, hugged Yan Qingwan tightly with her warm right hand, and gently stroked her hair with her left hand, her tone full of concern and tenderness:

"Why are you crying? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Don't worry, I have sent someone to invite the imperial physician, and he will come to treat our Ah Wan soon."

Yan Qingwan shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes, and said in a wronged voice: "Mother, I just had a very long nightmare."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yan's heart tightened and she hurriedly comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Ah Wan. Dreams are often the opposite of reality."

"I forgot everything that happened in the dream. I just knew that I was desperate and felt like a traitor."

Yan Qingchen, who was silent at the side, kept these words in mind, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"What kind of nightmare did our Ah Wan have?" The voice came before the person arrived. After a while, Yan Xiaonian strode into the house.

Madam Yan Er turned her head to take a look at the sky outside, then she said softly to Yan Xiaonian, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Yan Xiaonian stepped forward and glanced at Yan Qingwan, then replied softly, "Ah Wan has been in a coma for three days. How could I be at ease? I finished my work early and rushed back. It was just a coincidence that I just entered the mansion and ran into the servants who were leaving Haitang Courtyard. After asking, I learned that Ah Wan had woken up."

Yan Qingwan raised his head, wiped his tears and shouted, "Father."

Yan Xiaonian walked up to her, glanced at her, and said with a smile, "Finally you're better. You, you were in a coma for three days this time, and we were really worried."

Yan Qingwan smiled awkwardly and said weakly: "It was me who made my father, mother, and brother worry."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yan glared at Yan Xiaonian who was standing there, and then said to Yan Qingwan in a gentle voice, "It's not your fault. You've been unconscious for so long, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"Mother, just some millet porridge will be fine."

Madam Yan nodded hurriedly and instructed the maid not far away: "Didn't you hear what your young lady said? Why don't you go quickly?"

The maid hurriedly bowed, turned around and walked out of the room quickly.

People were coming and going in the yard, and Yan Qingwan in the room was enjoying all kinds of care from his parents and brothers.

Yan Qingchen, who had been silent for a long time, glanced at Yan Qingwan who was lying in the arms of Madam Yan Er, and interrupted, "Ah Wan, are you feeling better?"

Madam Yan glared at him and said with some dissatisfaction, "You still say that it's all because of you two brothers. You don't know how to be someone's elder brother. After the dinner, you took Ah Wan to the pavilion outside to enjoy the evening breeze. If you have anything to say, why can't you go back to the courtyard and say it?"

As she scolded him, she gently stroked Yan Qingwan's hair.

Yan Qingchen then moved closer and whispered, "Ah Wan, I was wrong. I apologize to you."

After hearing this, Yan Qingwan raised his head from Madam Yan's arms, glanced at Yan Qingchen, shook his head and said, "Third brother, it's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself."

Yan Qingchen looked at her red eyes and shook his head, "It's my fault, and I should apologize."

Yan Qingwan pursed her lips upon hearing this, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, the imperial physician arrived soon and broke the awkward atmosphere in the room.

With the help of her personal maid, Yan Qingwan tidied up her appearance a little.

After the imperial physician carefully examined her, as soon as he withdrew his hands, Madam Yan could not wait to ask, "Master Tang, may I ask what is the physical condition of my daughter?"

The imperial physician thought for a moment and replied, "Your daughter's cold has improved a little, but she is still weak at this moment. You really shouldn't be overly sad. You need to take care of yourself and stay in a good mood."

Madam Yan nodded and said, "In your opinion, how long will it take for my daughter to recover? What should she pay attention to in her daily life?"

The imperial physician frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then replied, "Based on the current situation, your daughter needs to rest for a while. She should eat light food and avoid spicy and greasy food. Most importantly, try not to irritate her so as not to affect her recovery."

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement.

Not long after the imperial physician left.

Then a maid came into the room carrying a food box.

Madam Yan fed him half a bowl of millet porridge with her own hands, and Yan Qingwan shook her head and said, "Mother, I can't eat anymore."

Madam Yan Er said gently, "Then don't eat. It's getting late. You should have a good rest. Your father, brother and I will come to see you another day."

Yan Qingwan nodded after hearing this, and looked at the faces of several people and said: "Father, mother, third brother, you should also have a good rest. I see that your complexions are similar to mine now."

Hearing what Ah Wan said, the three people in the room laughed out loud.

"It seems that his health has indeed improved. He can even make jokes now." Yan Xiaonian sighed.

"It's okay, it's okay." Madam Yan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Qingchen said in a low voice: "Ah Wan, you should have a good rest."

Yan Qingwan nodded and hummed.

Watching the backs of several people disappear at the door, Yan Qingwan, lying on the bed, suddenly grinned.

Life is so good now.