Chapter 11
Speaking of this made Jiang Yu’s face turn red, but he still held his neck stiff.
“But you never forgot him. In your dreams, you even called his name.”
I was shocked.
“When?”
“Last time when I had a fever.”
I remembered.
I almost never got sick. When I did, it was always serious.
I vaguely recalled someone staying by my side, tending to me.
He patiently fed me water, gave me medicine, wiped my sweat, and tucked me in.
This scene felt too familiar.
The last time I had a fever was when I was with He Yanzhou.
He had taken good care of me back then too.
Reality and the past slowly came together.
It felt like I had returned to that time.
“Back then I was delirious from the fever. In that state, I couldn’t tell if it was the past or the present.”
No wonder. It seemed that right after I recovered from that fever, Jiang Yu started acting strangely.
He must have heard me call out someone else’s name and gone through my old things, misunderstanding everything.
But I still had some doubts and curiosity.
“So I only called his name, not yours?”
Jiang Yu’s expression became unnatural, and he stammered.
“I… I also called yours.”
“But you said in your diary that you would love me for a lifetime…”
“Stop, stop, don’t say anymore.”
I cut him off awkwardly.
My toes had already moved enough today.
Who knew what would happen in a lifetime!
Things I had impulsively written when I was young and fiery, now being dug up one by one to argue with me face to face.
“So the reason you’ve been cold to me these days is this?”
Jiang Yu nodded, somewhat embarrassed.
I got angry on the spot.
“You have no mouth of your own. You’re sulking and making me guess, yet you dare to come home late at night.”
His eyes reddened again, and he lowered his head in grievance.
“I was afraid you really didn’t love me…”
Looking at his pitiful expression, the anger that had just risen cooled by several degrees.
“Okay, from now on, don’t do that anymore.”
Jiang Yu nodded quickly and leaned over to please me.
“Wife, I know I was wrong…”
“Hmph, hurry up and make dinner!”
I glared at him unhappily. “Remember to use less salt.”
A trace of shame flashed across Jiang Yu’s face, and his voice was thin as a mosquito’s.
“Okay.”
Then he hurried to the kitchen.
Watching his hurried and busy figure, the fire in my heart completely dissipated.