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Observing Xiao Yu's gaze closely, it revealed an oddly clear innocence, as if he had shed several years. The childishness brought on by his change in mentality was unmistakable.
Song Feiwan realized, a bit late, that today was just like their wedding night—a night of the full moon. So, was Xiao Yu unwell? Had his mind regressed to that of a five-year-old?
He could still recognize her, which suggested he retained some memories from his previous episode. But did he not sense his own condition? Why did he still want to stay in her room?
In just a few moments, she gathered her thoughts and made an effort to adjust her mindset. "Little Prince," she encouraged herself to smile gently and innocently, "why don’t you take another look? This is my room."
Upon hearing her words, Xiao Yu leaned his head in to glance around the room, and his expression shifted slightly. For the first time, Song Feiwan noticed a hint of embarrassment on his face, nearly unable to suppress a laugh.
Xiao Yu, with the mind of a five-year-old, was so different from his usual self. She imagined that as a child, he must have been an adorable little bun with a serious expression.
Xiao Yu lifted the blanket and mumbled, "Sorry, I’ll go back to my own room to sleep."
Song Feiwan paused for a moment before reaching out her delicate hand to stop him. "Little Prince, wait."
Xiao Yu looked at her in confusion.
Song Feiwan thought to herself that with so many eyes in the manor, everyone would know they had rested together in this room. If he returned in this state, wouldn’t it be like revealing his condition to them? At that point, not only would the situation become serious, but it would also increase the risk of her being exposed.
It would be best to keep this matter under wraps and plan carefully. "Look, it’s already late. Since you’ve already laid down, why not rest here?" Song Feiwan suggested.
Xiao Yu gazed at her with sincere eyes and asked, "What about you, sister?"
The way he called her "sister" filled Song Feiwan with delight; her eyes crinkled into joyful crescents.
As he woke up tomorrow, he wouldn't remember any of this. Song Feiwan could no longer hold back; she reached out and ruffled his hair.
His hair was of good quality, smooth and straight. The strands were stiff but not prickly to the touch. He looked so obedient, like a rugged yet gentle guardian wolf dog.
Ah, if only he could be this easygoing when he was awake, allowing her to mess with him like this.
"The room is big; I have other places to stay," she replied with a warm smile.
"But," she continued, "do you remember the last time I checked your pulse? It's just the right time for a follow-up, so it's best if you stay."
Xiao Yu was persuaded by her words and nodded, politely cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. "Sorry for bothering you, Sister."
Song Feiwan was truly charmed by his demeanor; she spent quite some time ruffling his hair with both hands, smiling like a blooming flower.
"Don't be so polite with me! If you really feel bad about it, you can call me 'Sister' a couple more times."
"Sister?"
"Hey!"
Song Feiwan laughed out loud, thinking that no matter what happened tomorrow, today she had truly gained something.
In the end, Xiao Yu stayed in bed while Song Feiwan found a place on the couch behind the screen to make do for the night. After spitting out so much blood, she had expelled half of the poison from her body and needed to recuperate.
It wasn't long after her head hit the pillow that she fell asleep.
The next morning, before she even opened her eyes, she first heard the bright chirping of birds outside the window.
Hmm... She turned over, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she gradually opened her eyes.
Was someone at the bedside?
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