"Wen Jingcheng... Wen Jingcheng?" Yan Muqi patted Wen Jingcheng's face, trying to wake him up from his dream. Wen Jingcheng, in a dazed state, could only vaguely hear someone calling his name. He half-opened his eyes, trying to see the person in front of him, but could only make out a blurry figure.

"We're going to the hospital, okay?" Upon hearing the word "hospital," Wen Jingcheng reflexively shook his head. Yan Muqi also didn't know why Wen Jingcheng was so afraid of going to the hospital, so he could only patiently reassure him, "Going to the hospital is necessary for your body to get better, and for the baby to be safe."

It seemed like he heard something about children, and Wen Jingcheng's consciousness became slightly clearer. With a furrowed brow, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he still gripped Yan Muqi's hand with a strong force, letting Yan Muqi know that the person beneath him was currently feeling very uncomfortable and in pain.

"...Okay," after a moment, Wen Jingcheng's serious nod was finally heard, "Let's go to the hospital."

The silly and adorable appearance made Yan Muqi find him particularly cute and charming.

Yan Muqi picked up Wen Jingcheng and only then discovered that his entire back was soaked in sweat. Due to his fever, it felt as if his whole back had been scalded by boiling water. Yan Muqi paid no attention to anything else and quickly changed Wen Jingcheng into clean clothes before rushing to the hospital with him. Even in the car, Wen Jingcheng couldn't stay still. As long as Yan Muqi slightly loosened his grip, Wen Jingcheng would press onto his stomach.

Yan Muqi helplessly shook his head. Usually such a quiet child, how could they become so restless when they're sick.

However... it's quite adorable.

Yan Muqi didn't sleep at all the whole night, sitting by Wen Jingcheng's sickbed and using alcohol to wipe his body. It wasn't until the outside began to light up that Wen Jingcheng's questioning returned to normal.

When Wen Jingcheng woke up, Yan Muqi was already sound asleep by the bedside, lying next to Wen Jingcheng like a small mountain.

Wen Jingcheng didn't have the heart to wake him up. He lifted his hand to look at the back of it, which had turned blue due to the injection. He smiled helplessly and thought to himself that lately, the number of times he had been to the hospital was nearly as frequent as all the times before combined.

Since childhood, Wen Jingcheng has been afraid of going to the hospital. Yan Muqi once ridiculed him for this, saying that a grown man acted like a child. However, he never asked him why or sought to understand the story behind it.

Yan Muqi had never intended to be open and honest with him from the beginning. He had never truly allowed the two of them to understand each other, so he wouldn't know what kind of story lay behind Wen Jingcheng's fear of hospitals.

And Wen Jingcheng is also unwilling to actively uncover his own scars just to let the person he loves understand him a little more. What's the point of that? If he tells him, will Yan Muqi let go of his affection for Mu Chu in his heart? Wen Jingcheng is very clear about Yan Muqi's thoughts, so he never exposes his true self or discusses his scars.

He was accustomed to silently accompanying Yan Muqi, cooking for him and taking care of him, just like the warm sunshine in March that would make one feel warm in their heart when remembered in winter.

But what kind of position does Yan Muqi hold in Yan Muqi's heart right now? The child's father, legally married, someone to spend a lifetime with, or has Yan Muqi already started to see him as family and loved ones?

Wen Jingcheng doesn't dare take risks. The current situation is best for both of them, even if one of them takes a step forward, it could possibly lead to unforeseen consequences.

Wen Jingcheng is a writer who can create the most beautiful and longing love stories in the world. He can make two unrelated individuals suddenly develop feelings for each other at a certain moment. However, he cannot write about his own future with Yan Muqi, nor can he see his own future.