***
After Mai Xiaomai gave Qiao Chutian acupuncture to reduce his fever, he sank into a deep sleep, his high fever subsiding to a low one, and his once rapid breathing gradually stabilized.
Mai Xiaomai watched his tired sleeping face.
She reached out and gently caressed his face.
This was her dearest person, yet today, they hurt each other so deeply.
All of this was her fault.
She would never see Lin Xuanzi again, nor mention him in front of Chutian.
Suddenly, she longed to return to A City, back to a place without Lin Xuanzi.
Perhaps then, there would be no more suspicions.
"Wife..."
Qiao Chutian murmured in his slightly dry lips.
"Mm, I'm here."
Mai Xiaomai hurriedly reached out to hold his hand, responding softly.
"I... love... you..."
Qiao Chutian whispered these words and continued to sleep deeply.
Hearing these words, Mai Xiaomai's tears welled up again.
"Husband, I love you too, I'm sorry..."
Mai Xiaomai choked out.
