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Shuangxin Courtyard.
Looking at the pale and haggard Madam Lin lying on the bed, Yan Zhigao felt a throbbing pain and rubbed his forehead.
"Master..."
Madam Lin's eyes, brimming with tears, looked at Yan Zhigao with an expression of unspeakable misery and grievance.
Yan Zhigao sighed, "I had your servants confined to the house, only wishing that you would rest and recover, but look at what you've caused..."
Tears spilled from Madam Lin's eyes as she sobbed, "I thought... I thought the master had grown tired of me, I was so afraid."
Yan Zhigao sat by the bed and patted Madam Lin's hand, "You're overthinking it. Now, stop crying. Didn't the doctor also say that you should recuperate well?" Saying so, he reached out to wipe away the tears on Madam Lin's face.
Afterward, Yan Zhigao personally fed Madam Lin a bowl of chicken soup and chatted with her for a while before preparing to leave.
As he stood up, Madam Lin grabbed his sleeve.