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On a cool evening, the deep night sky was adorned with countless stars, and the Ni Chang mansion was immersed in tranquility. Ni Chang walked alone in the courtyard, bathed in the cool moonlight. Her figure stretched long on the stone path, appearing particularly lonely.
Mist quietly rose from the lake, and a cool breeze blew by. Ni Chang felt a chill, but she paid it no mind. She gently draped a thin shawl over her shoulders and continued her stroll under the moon, lost in her own thoughts.
However, the next morning, Ni Chang felt unwell, with a sore throat and a slight fever. She curled up in bed, pale and sickly, her cough sounding particularly harsh in the quiet room.
Her personal maid, Liu Xu, stood anxiously by the bed, holding a steaming bowl of herbal soup, trying to persuade her: "Miss, you're not feeling well. Please drink this herbal soup; it will do you good."
Ni Chang shook her head and refused in a weak voice with a hint of stubbornness: "No, I won't drink it. The medicine is too bitter, I'd rather not."
Helpless, Liu Xu could only comfort her softly: "Miss, if you don't take the medicine, your condition will only worsen. As the young lady of the mansion, you must not let yourself be affected by the cold."
Ni Chang remained unmoved, turned her head away, and no longer paid attention to the persuasion of the willow catkins. A hint of stubbornness appeared on her face, maintaining her proud demeanor despite her frailty.
Ye Ran entered Ni Chang's room, holding a bowl of steaming, strongly scented medicinal soup. His steps were firm and powerful, as if even in this quiet room, one could hear the resolute sound of his footsteps. There was no hint of hesitation or pity in his eyes, only a firm determination.
Ni Chang was lying on the bed, looking pale. When Ye Ran suddenly burst in, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, which quickly turned into displeasure and stubbornness: "Ran, how did you get in? I don't need your care, I can take care of myself."
Ye Ran remained unmoved. He walked to the bedside, placed the herbal soup on the table, and then sat down slowly. His tone was firm and straightforward: "Miss, this is not up for discussion. Your condition cannot be ignored, you must drink this herbal soup."
Ni Chang's mouth turned up slightly, and her eyes were full of resistance: "I don't want to! This medicinal soup is too bitter, I won't drink it!" Her voice carried a hint of stubbornness and defiance.
Ye Ran looked at Ni Chang with a hint of unquestionable seriousness in his eyes: "Ni Chang, you are the master of this mansion, your health concerns the hearts of everyone in the mansion. You are not just doing this for yourself, but also for every person in the mansion."
Under Ye Ran's insistence, Ni Chang finally took the medicine bowl silently and drank it sip by sip. The bitterness of the medicine spread in her mouth, and she frowned, as if enduring the indescribable taste.
After finishing the medicine, a hint of displeasure flashed in Ni Chang's eyes, but Ye Ran took out a candy from his sleeve and gently placed it in her palm. His tone suddenly changed, with a hint of playfulness: "Here, this is your reward. After enduring the bitterness for so long, it's time for something sweet."
Ni Chang looked at the candy in her palm and smiled slightly. In that moment, she seemed to feel the care and tenderness that Ye Ran unintentionally revealed behind him. She put the candy in her mouth, and the sweet taste spread on her tongue. At that moment, her heart seemed to melt a little.
Seeing this, Ye Ran relaxed his brows. He picked up a damp towel nearby and gently wiped Ni Chang's forehead. His movements were gentle and careful, with a hint of concern in his eyes.
Ni Chang felt the care from Ye Ran, and an unprecedented wave of emotion rose in her heart. She softly said, "Thank you, Ran. I didn't expect you to care so much about me."
Ye Ran replied lightly, "I'm just doing what I should do. You are the daughter of the mansion, and I have a responsibility to take care of your safety."
It's late at night, and Ye Ran is still by Ni Chang's bedside, making sure she falls asleep peacefully. Moonlight shines through the window onto his face, adding a soft halo to his features. His eyes are deep and determined, as if silently making a promise on this calm night.
In her dreams, Ni Chang feels Ye Ran's care, and a serene smile appears on her face. The night breeze brings a slight coolness, but in this peaceful night, Ni Chang's heart warms because of Ye Ran's care.
Ni Chang's condition did not improve with a bowl of herbal medicine. Instead, during several consecutive days of rainy weather, her body temperature fluctuated, causing the entire mansion to be shrouded in worry. The doctors came and went, but they were also helpless, only able to hope for divine intervention and Ni Chang's own recovery ability.
Watching Ni Chang grow increasingly weak, Ye Ran couldn't help but feel an unusual sense of worry. As a man of the jianghu, he had always relied on a single long sword to travel the world and had never imagined feeling powerless and anxious in such a situation.
Ni Chang lay on the bed, pale-faced, coughing and feverish from time to time, looking extremely exhausted. Liu Xu was comforting her softly on the side, but Ni Chang could only weakly shake her head, managing a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Ye Ran stood at the door, watching Ni Chang on the bed, his brows furrowed. His usual insolence and frivolity seemed to have vanished at this moment, replaced by an unprecedented concern and anxiety.
He walked to the bedside, holding a freshly brewed medicinal soup in his hand, his voice revealing a hint of unprecedented tenderness: "Miss, you must drink this medicinal soup again. This is your only hope."
Ni Chang slightly opened her eyes, looking at Ye Ran's face, as if wanting to say something, but then weakly closed her eyes. Her hand gently grasped the blanket, showing her inner struggle and helplessness.
Ye Ran saw Ni Chang's appearance and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Miss, I won't let anything happen to you. You have to stay strong, for yourself and for everyone who cares about you."
At this moment, Liu Xu looked at Ye Ran with concern and said, "Ran, Miss has been running a high fever these past few days, it's really worrying. Can you..."
Ye Ran interrupted the willow catkins and said with a determined look, "No need to say more, I know what to do. Willow, you go out first, I will take care of Ni Chang."
After hesitating for a moment, Willow nodded and left the room. Ye Ran then sat by the bedside, gently holding Ni Chang's hand and bringing the medicine to her lips. His eyes were filled with determination, but also mixed with a subtle and hard-to-detect sense of heartache.
Ni Chang, with the help of Ye Ran, reluctantly drank the medicinal soup. The bitterness of the soup left a slight irritation in her throat, but she felt a warmth slowly spreading inside her body.
Ye Ran covered her with a blanket, then sat by the bedside, quietly watching her. His eyes revealed a hint of unprecedented concern, this man known for his ruffian nature and frankness, appeared so helpless in this moment.
Throughout the night, Ye Ran never left Ni Chang's room. He alternated between checking her temperature and wiping her forehead with a damp towel, silently devoting himself to her care.
As the night grew late, the mansion was enveloped in silence. Ye Ran leaned against the edge of the bed, his eyes betraying deep exhaustion, yet he persisted, unwilling to leave. His only thought was to ensure her recovery, no matter what.
The moonlight shines through the window and sprinkles on Ye Ran's face, adding a soft glow to his countenance. In this quiet night, Ye Ran's heart seems to fluctuate with Ni Chang's breathing.
For the past few days, Ni Chang has been seriously ill, with a persistent high fever, casting a worried atmosphere over the entire mansion. Ye Ran has been taking care of her day and night, from brewing medicine to feeding water, doing everything himself. His usual cheeky attitude has been replaced by endless worry and fatigue, staying up late alone by Ni Chang's bedside, quietly watching over her.
Finally, on a clear morning, Ni Chang's breathing calmed down, her body temperature gradually returned to normal, and she slowly opened her eyes on the sickbed. The first thing she saw was Ye Ran's tired but determined face, filled with worry and concern.
Ni Chang's throat was a bit dry, but she made an effort to speak, with a hint of vulnerability: "Ran, thank you... for taking care of me all these days." Her voice, though weak, was full of gratitude.
Ye Ran's mouth lifted into a faint smile, although still tinged with his usual teasing, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "Hey, Miss, if you don't wake up soon, I'm afraid this old bone of mine will collapse from exhaustion. But seeing you like this, I can finally put down the stone in my heart."
Ni Chang smiled slightly, feeling the sincerity and concern in Ye Ran's words. These difficult days not only tested her willpower, but also gave her a new understanding of Ye Ran, who is usually unfiltered and full of rascality. In her heart, her gratitude and affection for Ye Ran grew stronger.
Ye Ran took out a candy from his pocket and gently placed it in Ni Chang's hand, a hint of hidden tenderness flashing in his eyes. "Here, this is for you as a reward. After the bitter comes the sweet, and I hope this candy brings you some sweetness."
Ni Chang looked at the candy in her hand, feeling a deep sense of gratitude that words could not express. This simple candy, in her eyes, was like a precious gift, representing Ye Ran's hard work and care over the past few days. She put the candy in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste that slowly spread on her tongue, much like the difficult and painful time that eventually turned into a sweet memory.
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