Yan Xiaohan had no energy to argue with him. Fu Shen’s words were not without reason, but now he couldn’t hear anything. It felt like a watermelon was pressing on his neck, and even thinking had become an extremely difficult and painful task. He naturally knew that silence would only make the atmosphere between them worse, but the overwhelming exhaustion and fatigue, along with the inexpressible depression filling his chest, meant he had no strength left to try to salvage anything.
Fu Shen frowned and stood up.
Just as Yan Xiaohan thought he would slam the door and leave, those black boots stopped at the bedside: “Forget it… if you don’t want to go back, then don’t. I can’t fix you anyway.”
His heartstrings seemed to be plucked unintentionally. Yan Xiaohan slowly raised his eyes, surprise like a distant tide – though not yet reaching the shore, its faint tremor could already be felt.
Fu Shen playfully pinched his ear tip, affection evident: “If you’re not going back to Beijing, you’ll obediently follow me. No running around. Take your medicine when you should, get treatment when you need to. Do you agree?”
Yan Xiaohan subconsciously nodded. Fu Shen then leaned down and kissed his forehead: “It’s okay, don’t be afraid. Be good. I’ll take care of everything.”
He had a strange, reassuring calmness, possibly an aura developed from years of leading troops. Yan Xiaohan felt that even if the world were collapsing, with Fu Shen around, he could carve out a peaceful space for himself.
Fu Shen had possessiveness that burst forth completely only at times like these. His only thought was that this person must stay right under his nose, whether in Beijing or Jingzhou.
At this moment, a knock came from outside: “Sir, the hot water is here!”
Along with the hot water came a table of food.
After bathing, Yan Xiaohan walked out with a towel twisting his half-dry hair, seeing a bowl of deep tea-colored hot soup on the table. Smelling the medicinal aroma, he couldn’t help but ask curiously: “What is this?”
Fu Shen ladled him a bowl, straightforwardly saying: “A tonic I specially ordered. Isn’t your waist sore?”
