Meng Nianyao slept restlessly. Her eyelashes were trembling, and her hand was constantly twitching. Gu Wencheng touched her forehead, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Meng Nianyao murmured something in a low voice. Gu Wencheng leaned over and asked, "What did you say?"
"I don't feel good…"
"Gu Wencheng, I feel so uncomfortable…"
Meng Nianyao cried. Her voice was very soft, but it pierced Gu Wencheng's heart like a thorn.
Gu Wencheng bent down and touched Meng Nianyao's forehead, his thumb smoothening her wrinkled eyebrows as if he was comforting a child. "Okay, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore. Go to sleep."
Meng Nianyao was in a daze, and a tear fell from her eyes. Gu Wencheng wiped away her tears and leaned over to kiss her forehead."Be good."
Perhaps Gu Wencheng's comforting words worked; Meng Nianyao gradually fell asleep.