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At the break of dawn, a gentle ray of sunlight seeped through the window and sprinkled into Ni Chang's bedroom, adding a touch of warmth to the tranquil space. Ni Chang lay on the sickbed, her complexion showing some improvement from the previous day, but still carrying an unmistakable weakness. She slowly sat up, her eyes shimmering with unease and vulnerability.
At that moment, Liu Xu entered the room with soft steps, her countenance gentle and filled with concern. Seeing Ni Chang awake, she softly asked, "Miss, how are you feeling today?"
Ni Chang forced a faint smile and spoke softly but firmly: "I'm okay, just feeling a bit tired."
Liu Xu carefully approached the bedside, holding a hot steaming towel in hand, and gently said, "Miss, your body is still very weak, you need to rest well. Ran came to visit you again last night, he really cares about you."
Ni Chang As soon as she heard Ye Ran's name, a complex expression appeared on her face. She responded softly, her voice tinged with barely perceptible emotions: "Ran, he always leaves people puzzled."
Liu Xu had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and shook his head gently. "Miss, deep down, Ran is actually very kind, but sometimes he can be too straightforward. These past few days, he has been concerned about you."
Ni Chang listened to these words, and although her face showed some displeasure, her eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of softness. She didn't speak again, just quietly gazing at the deep blue sky outside the window, her emotions complex and hard to express.
Liu Xu looked at Ni Chang and gently wiped her cheeks, with delicate and gentle movements. She knew that Ni Chang was sensitive and delicate, but also understood that some things were better left unsaid. She only hoped to provide Ni Chang with comfort and support through her companionship.
In this way, the room was filled with a peaceful and warm atmosphere, and Ni Chang's mood gradually calmed down under the care of the willow catkins. The morning light outside the window sprinkled golden rays, illuminating this tranquil space.
Ye Ran was in the martial arts training ground of the mansion, holding a long sword. His figure was agile like a willow in the wind, his swordsmanship swift and precise. Every time the tip of the sword cut through the air, it carried an indomitable edge. His eyes revealed determination and persistence, as if seeking spiritual liberation in every sword dance.
At this moment, Liu Xu quietly walked into the martial arts field and stood to the side, silently watching. She couldn't help but admire Ye Ran's fluent and powerful swordsmanship, and said, "Ran, your swordsmanship is becoming more and more skillful, truly admirable."
Feeling Liu Xu's gaze, Ye Ran sheathed his sword, turned around, and smiled at her, "Liu Xu, you're here. How is the young lady doing today?"
Willow nodded slightly, with a slightly worried expression: "Miss, she's feeling better today, but she still seems a little unhappy when mentioning you."
Ye Ran frowned slightly, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes: "I know she has a strong sense of pride and is not easily vulnerable. But I only wish for her to recover her health soon."
"Liuxu smiled and comforted, 'Ran, you are too worried. Miss actually appreciates you in her heart, but her pride does not allow her to easily show it.'
Ye Ran nodded, with a faint smile in his eyes, 'I understand. As long as she is safe, my heart is at ease.'"
Ye Ran once again grasped the sword and began a new round of practice. Every swing of his sword seemed to express the emotions deep within his heart. Meanwhile, Liu Xu stood quietly to the side, her eyes filled with support for this man who exuded a roguish charm but kept his true feelings hidden.
As night fell, the mansion was quiet. Liu Xu softly bid goodnight outside Ni Chang's door, informing her that Ye Ran would visit again tonight. Ni Chang lay on her bed, her eyes unfocused, her thoughts drifting in the night. She recalled the true emotions hidden beneath Ye Ran's seemingly rough exterior, and couldn't help but be moved.
Before long, the door was gently pushed open, and Ye Ran's figure faintly appeared at the doorway. He held a freshly brewed medicinal soup in his hand, with his usual smirk at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern: "Miss, it's time to take your medicine again."
Ni Chang looked at him, with a slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, showing a hint of gentleness: "Thank you, Ran." Her voice was gentle, completely different from her usual arrogance.
Ye Ran sat by her bedside, gazing at her with gentle eyes. This care went beyond the boundaries of master and servant, revealing deep emotions. He watched as Ni Chang drank her medicine carefully, the tough facade on his face seemingly melting away in this tender moment.
After finishing her medicine, Ni Chang gently set down the bowl, her face slightly pale. Ye Ran carefully tucked her in, his actions filled with delicate concern. He softly said, "Rest well, Miss."
Later, Ye Ran quietly left the room, and the moonlight at the door stretched his figure, leaving a deep silhouette. His figure gradually blurred in the night, but the impression he left in Ni Chang's heart became clearer.
Ni Chang lay on the bed, gazing fixedly at the door, feeling an indescribable emotion welling up inside her. This seemingly unruly and straightforward man harbored a love that she found hard to comprehend. The night breeze gently brushed away the fatigue of the day, as well as a hint of confusion in Ni Chang's heart, leaving behind a sense of gratitude and reliance on Ye Ran that was not easily noticed.
It's late at night, and the entire mansion is immersed in silence. Ni Chang lies in bed, her thoughts surging. In her heart, there is not only a desire for physical recovery, but also a new understanding of the special presence of Ye Ran.
Ni Chang lies in bed, her thoughts drifting like wisps of smoke in the night, slowly dissipating. In the deep of the night, the silence of the mansion is broken by the sound of Ye Ran gently entering. He holds a small food box in his hand, wearing his usual roguish smile on his face, but his eyes contain a hint of anticipation: "Miss, tonight I have brought you a different kind of late-night snack, allowing you to taste the food of the common people."
Ni Chang was slightly surprised and sat up, looking curiously at the food box in Ye Ran's hand. She spoke with a hint of astonishment, "Commoner's food? Did you really bring this for me?"
Ye Ran had a playful smile on his lips as he opened the food box, revealing various snacks inside: pancakes, salty soy milk, and fried dough sticks. He raised an eyebrow at Ni Chang and said lightly, "What, is the young lady afraid to try it?"
Ni Chang looked at these unfamiliar foods with a hint of interest in her eyes. She reached out and picked up a pancake, took a light bite, furrowed her brows slightly, but soon showed a surprised expression, "This taste is really unique, but not bad."
Ye Ran watched Ni Chang's reaction and smiled, "It seems that Miss has quite the appetite of the common people. These are all commonly eaten by the common folks, simple yet full of flavor."
Ni Chang Putting down the pancake, she tried a sip of the salty soy milk and frowned slightly, "Why is this soy milk so salty? But it does have a unique taste."
Ye Ran Pretending to be surprised, he opened his mouth wide, "Oh my, Miss, you can actually accept this salty soy milk. It looks like I'll have to bring you some commoner's food to try more often in the future."
Ni Chang heard this and glared angrily at Ye Ran, but couldn't help but smile and say, "You always like to tease me. But these snacks do have a unique flavor."
The two of them enjoyed this simple yet novel late-night snack in the night, and Ni Chang showed a long-lost smile. Ye Ran looked at her, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, a rare display of gentleness from him.
Late at night, with everything packed up, Ye Ran stood up to leave. Ni Chang softly called out to him, "Ran, thank you for bringing all this tonight."
Ye Ran turned around, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing. As long as the young miss likes it. I'll take my leave then. You should rest early."
Ni Chang nodded and watched Ye Ran's figure disappear outside the door. The room once again returned to silence, but Ni Chang felt a hint of warmth in her heart because of Ye Ran's care. She slowly lay back on the soft bed, gently closed her eyes, and a faint smile still lingered on her lips.
In the darkness of the night, Ni Chang was gradually led into the dreamland by the medication and her full thoughts. Her sleeping face was peaceful, her breathing steady, as if she had temporarily forgotten the pain in her body.
And Ye Ran, this seemingly unruly and straightforward man, chooses to quietly guard a corner of the mansion. Leaning against an ancient tree, he gazes deeply at the night sky, a tacit determination shining in his eyes.
The night at the mansion is calm and profound. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, bringing a hint of coolness. Ye Ran's thoughts seem to accompany this night wind, and his gaze appears to traverse time and space, gazing into the distance at the woman he silently guards.
It's late at night, and the mansion is quiet all around. Ye Ran sits quietly, his demeanor revealing a kind of indescribable determination. His hand lightly grips the hilt of his sword, which is not only his weapon but also his belief in safeguarding Ni Chang's peace.
In the moonlight, Ye Ran's figure reflects the tranquility of the mansion, while his emotions are as deep and unfathomable as the night sky.
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