My Husband, Warm The Bed

But it's no use. Jian Ran felt so weak that she felt like she was going to fall down at any moment, just like how she felt when she was sick in the past.    

    

Maybe she was sick. Her illness was more serious than usual. The medicine measured once was no longer effective.    

    

Thinking of this, Jian Ran went to the living room and poured a cup of water. She took another dose of medicine.    

    

After eating, Jian Ran returned to the room and laid on the bed. She closed her eyes, hoping that the medicine would be effective soon and she would not feel so uncomfortable.    

    

Jian Ran waited for a long time. Not only did her body not feel better, but she was also covered in cold sweat.    

    

Two years ago when she was discharged from the hospital, as long as she insisted on taking medicine, she would not feel anything wrong. Why did it suddenly become like this today?    

    

Jian Ran could not understand. She was so sad that she rolled around on the bed. She originally wanted to call her father but did not want him to worry. She put down the phone that she had picked up.    

    

The phone had not left her hand yet, but there was a call coming in. She took the phone back and saw that it was Qin Yue calling. Her heart inexplicably softened. When she picked up the phone, she heard Qin Yue's low voice. "What are you doing?"    

    

"I..." Jian Ran sniffed and suddenly felt so wronged that she wanted to cry. However, she suppressed the grievance and tried to speak in a calm tone, "I seem to be sick."    

    

"Don't hang up. Wait for me."    

    

Following that, Jian Ran faintly heard the sound of the car door closing. She held the phone and buried her head into the pillow, feeling as if ten thousand ants were biting her heart.    

    

Not long after, Qin Yue's voice sounded again from the phone, "Open the door."    

    

"Open what door?" Jian Ran was in a daze and did not react. Her head had already been burnt off, so she did not think that Qin Yue would appear in front of her door for a while.    

    

"Open the door of your house." Qin Yue's voice came from the phone again. He sounded a little anxious.    

    

"Huh?" Jian Ran made a silly sound and thought about it with her muddled mind before she realized that Qin Yue was asking her to open the door.    

    

She got up and dragged her powerless body out. When she walked to the door, she stretched out her hand to shake the door handle. She clearly saw it and tried to grab it, but it was empty.    

    

"Jian Ran..." Qin Yue's voice came from outside the room.    

    

"I'm opening the door. Wait." Jian Ran fumbled for a long time before she opened the door. After the door opened, she could not even see Qin Yue clearly. "Are you Qin Yue?"    

    

"It's me. I am Qin Yue, your Qin Yue." Qin Yue picked her up from the waist and carried her away.    

    

"Qin Yue, what are you doing?" Jian Ran pushed him, but her body did not have any strength. She laid on the ground in his arms.    

    

"I will take you home." When they returned to their home, he would never let her stay outside by herself. He would never let her suffer alone and write loneliness.    

    

"Home? Whose home?" Jian Ran muttered quietly, "My home is where my father is. If he isn't there, I don't know where my home is either."    

    

She would get sick, helpless, and afraid. It must be because her father was not by her side. It must be.    

    

In these three years, her father had never left her. Today, her father suddenly left, which was why she was so helpless.    

    

Hearing Jian Ran's words, Qin Yue tightened his grip on his arm and tightly hugged her. He said in a deep voice: "Jian Ran, I forbid you to speak nonsense."    

    

If you want to blame someone, blame him. Blame him for not properly protecting her. That was why he let her encounter those painful things. That was why he made her lose her past self.    

    

"Qin Yue? You are Qin Yue, right? " Who is Qin Yue? " Jian Ran was in a daze and said vaguely, "I don't seem to know you anymore. I seem to have known you for a long time. This feeling is really strange."    

    

Jian Ran... "Other than calling her name, Qin Yue did not know what else he could do.    

    

Jian Ran said again," Not only do I not know you, I also do not know who I am. Whatever my father says my name is, I will be called. But I can't remember who I am. I don't know what happened in my past. I feel like I'm going to disappear at any time. It's like I don't belong to this world. "    

    

I'm afraid, but I don't dare to tell my father, I don't want him to worry about me He's not young anymore, either. "I'm the only family member. He didn't want to tell me what happened in the past, it must have been for my own good. "However, it also made me understand that what happened in the past is definitely not a good thing."    

    

I always told myself not to think about the past, but I still couldn't help but think about it. What kind of scary things have I encountered that made me not want to think about my past? "    

    

" Why would I say so much to a stranger like you? Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand how terrible my heart is. " And you wouldn't understand how scared I am. "    

    

She always pretended to be very calm by herself, as if she didn't care about anything, nor did she make any friends.    

    

It wasn't that she didn't want to make friends, but that she was afraid of making friends.    

    

If someone asked her one day, What university did you go to in the past, where did you work in the past... You used to...    

    

When others asked her the simplest and most basic questions.    

    

How should she answer them?    

    

If she answered honestly and told others that she could not remember the past, would those people treat her as an abnormal being?    

    

"Jian Ran, I understand. I understand everything you said." Qin Yue kept telling her that his heart was in so much pain that it felt like it was broken. It was difficult for him to breathe.    

    

This was his Jian Ran. No matter when, she was always smiling. She used her unique smile to hide the worry and fear in her heart. She pretended to be very strong, as if no one could do anything to her.    

    

He really hated himself for losing her and for losing her for such a long time. These three years, how did she live?    

    

"Haha..." Jian Ran sneered and shook her head, pulling out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Even my father doesn't understand, how can you understand?"    

    

She did not know whether it was because her mind was not clear or not, nor did she know. Whether it was a sick person who was particularly fragile or if it was something that she had never said to anyone or was afraid of, Jian Ran said it all in one breath.    

    

Perhaps it was because she had been lonely for too long. It was because she had not had friends for too long that she jumped into Qin Yue's net so easily and could no longer extricate herself.    

    

Even though she knew that he had seen his deceased wife through her, she still did not hesitate and pounced on him like a moth darting into the flame.    

    

Many a time, Jian Ran was jealous and envious of Qin Yue's "Jian Ran.    

    

Although that Jian Ran was no longer by Qin Yue's side, they had shared a beautiful memory. There was also a person who deeply loved her, cared about her, and even had such a cute daughter.    

    

As for her?    

    

She only had her father. Other than that, there was nothing else, not even the memories that everyone should have.