n before.Huo Mingzheng threw down his napkin, "I'm full. I'm going to sleep. Wait for me when I get back at night."She blurted out, "Where are you going"As soon as she spoke, she regretted it. She was...Close the door.

Fu Jing looked at Fu Yan's face, it was really bad, pathologically bad.

When he saw the cold medicine on the couch, he immediately understood. He carefully placed it on the couch and sat beside her, probing her forehead with his hand.

It's a good thing it didn't burn.

"Fù Yán." He whispered her name.

Ke can only hum softly, looking very miserable.

Ji Lin once said that she was prone to low blood sugar, and her family kept glucose supplements at home. He could indeed feel the cold sweat on her forehead and hurriedly got up to go to the kitchen to find some. Sure enough, he found one in the drawer and brought it back to the living room.

Fu Yan's consciousness was blurred, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She only felt herself being held in someone's arms, a cold sensation on her lips followed by a sweet taste that parted them.

Looking at her slowly drink the glucose, Fu Jing let out a sigh of relief.

"Ho Mingzheng..."

Burning tears streamed down her cheeks, she couldn't tell where on her body hurt. She huddled tightly, clutching the fabric of her chest, her knuckles white.

At this moment, Fu Jing seemed to understand that in the world of Fu Yan and Huo Mingzheng, he couldn't even touch the edge.

Fu Yan never gives anyone a chance.

She loves Huo Mingzheng, a love that no one can interfere with.

Even though he was willing to endure such hardship himself, he couldn't bear to see Fu Yan suffer for Huo Mingzheng.

He lifted her up, pulling apart her tightly clenched lips. Her bottom lip was bleeding from being bitten, and he wiped it clean with a piece of paper.

Fu Yan's consciousness gradually returned.

"How are you feeling" Fu Jing asked her gently.

She did have hypoglycemia. After a shot of glucose, her energy was slowly recovering, but she couldn't stop shivering from the cold sweat that broke out on her back.

Fu Jing seeing this hurriedly pulled over a blanket from the side and wrapped her, "I'll go make you something to eat."

Before she could utter a word, he stood up, took off his jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked toward the kitchen.

The sound of the range hood whirring came from the kitchen after a while, not loud, mixed with the sound of running water and the smoky scent coming from pots and pans.

Fu Yan struggled to get up and walked over.

Fu Jing was frying scrambled eggs. The egg whites slid into the pan, splashing oil droplets that landed on Fu Jing's back of the hand.

He just waved his hand dismissively.

Fu Yan found that the coat he put on the sofa was still the one from yesterday. Thinking about him appearing downstairs at her house early this morning, he couldn't have been there all night, could he

The kettle whistled, he poured the boiling water into the pot, added a handful of noodles, and covered it before noticing Fu Yan standing at the kitchen doorway.

He rushed over, "Are you still dizzy"

Fu Yan shook her head, her gaze falling on his reddened back of his hand.

Fu Jing glanced at it, didn't mention it at all, and closed the sliding door. "Go lie on the sofa for a while, I'll call you when it's done."

As if afraid of hearing something from her mouth, he immediately turned around and washed a few greens at the vegetable sink. He put the greens in a dish, then turned back to find that Fu Yan had not returned to the sofa but was sitting on the high stool beside the partition, staring blankly into space.

After a few minutes, Fu Jing placed a bowl of noodles in front of Fu Yan.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered that a while ago, she had also suffered from hypoglycemia and after Huo Mingzheng fed her glucose, he also brought her a bowl of noodles.

But that was noodles cooked by Cao Fang.

Fu Jing sat across from her, extending his chopsticks. "Just eat a little, you'll have more energy after eating something."

Fu Yan nodded. Fu Jingzhu's noodles were delicious in terms of flavor, aroma, and appearance. However, she didn't have much appetite and stopped eating after a few bites.

"Eat some more." Fu Jing coaxed.

Fu Yan squeezed her chopsticks tightly and lowered her head to take another small bite, saying without looking up, "Thank you, Fu Jing." white fur, shiny black eyes, and was only the size of her palm, incredibly tiny. Even each strand of fur was meticulously detailed.Fu Yan suddenly remembered the small dog-shaped window decorations s...