After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, revealing a strikingly handsome jawline.

Ye Yingying paused slightly, then bit her lip.

Wang Ma dipped a cotton swab in the broth and applied it to Ye Yingying's broken skin.

The irritation from the medicine made Ye Yingying gasp.

This also made her shift her attention from Gu Tianyou to herself.

Hearing Ye Yingying's groan, Wang Ma said apologetically, "Miss Ye, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?"

Ye Yingying gently shook her head, "No, you can continue."

It really stung her.

After all, there was a large patch of skin broken on my elbow, and it would hurt a lot if I touched it.

Five minutes later, Wang Ma finally disinfected Ye Yingying's wound and put on a band-aid.

Gu Tianyou drank heavily until late last night and felt a little dizzy.

He instructed Wang Ma to take good care of Ye Yingying, and then went upstairs to the second floor.

Ye Yingying's eyes flickered when she saw Gu Tianyou go upstairs.

Wang Ma found a band-aid and put it on Ye Yingying.

After about ten minutes of effort, the wound on Ye Yingying's arm was finally treated.

"Miss Ye, what would you like for breakfast? I'll make it for you now."

Ye Yingying smiled, but shook her head, her eyes looking towards the second floor.

"Has Brother Tianyou had breakfast yet?"

Wang Ma glanced up to the second floor and shook her head slightly. "Ever since the divorce from the young mistress, the young master has never eaten breakfast on time, and sometimes he doesn't even eat breakfast at all."

Ye Yingying gave a light "Oh," and said, "Do you have millet porridge? Bring me two bowls."

Wang Ma said, "Yes, it was just cooked this morning. I thought the young mistress and young master would finally be able to sit down and have breakfast together again after so long, but I never expected..."

"I'm hungry, Aunt Wang, could you please get me some porridge?"

"Oh, okay, Miss Ye."

Wang Ma's words were interrupted by Ye Yingying, who turned around and went into the kitchen.

Watching Wang Ma's retreating figure, a ruthless glint flashed in Ye Yingying's eyes.

Wang Ma was quick and immediately brought over two bowls of fragrant millet porridge. She also thoughtfully placed chopsticks, small spoons, and two small dishes containing pickled cowpeas, pickled mustard greens, and spicy cabbage.

"Thank you, Aunt Wang. You can go ahead with your work." Ye Yingying took the tray from Aunt Wang and thanked her with a smile.

Wang Ma smiled and said, "You're too kind," before turning to attend to other matters.

Only after confirming that Wang Ma had really gone far away did Ye Yingying carry the tray and walk up to the second floor step by step.

Pushing open the door to the master bedroom, Gu Tianyou was lying in bed sleeping.

Ye Yingying placed the tray on the sofa in the room, got up and walked to the bedside, softly calling Gu Tianyou's name.

"Brother Tianyou, get up and have some porridge."

The man on the bed did not react at all.

Ye Yingying pushed the man's shoulder with her hand.

She was surprised when her fingertips touched the man's burning hot skin.

"Why is it so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Touching Gu Tianyou's forehead with my hand, it was indeed very hot.

Ye Yingying tried shaking the man's shoulders harder, and the man mumbled "Shen Yao" in a daze.

It was like a bucket of cold water being poured directly down from head to toe.

Ye Yingying was taken aback at first, and then anger, like a wildly growing vine, took control of her entire mind.

She gently stroked Gu Tianyou's face.

Just then, the man's burning hot hand suddenly grabbed Ye Yingying's hand.

His brows furrowed as he murmured to himself.

"Yaoyao, I can't live without you. Don't leave me, don't... don't."

Ye Yingying stroked the man's hand, and her knuckles grew colder and colder after hearing his murmured words.