However, An Jing stopped her: "You should lie down, you’re so ill."
Sitting on the round stool beside the bed, An Jing asked with concern, "What happened to you, how could you catch such a severe cold?"
Xiao Changyi also moved a round stool over and sat next to An Jing.
Li Wuyu smiled weakly, devoid of her usual vigor, "If I tell master and my adoptive father, you mustn’t laugh at me."
An Jing immediately said with a stifled laugh, "Since when have you cared whether your master and your adoptive father laugh at you or not?"
Li Wuyu smiled weakly again before speaking, "Then I’ll tell master and adoptive father, but you mustn’t tell my precious. I don’t want my precious to know."
An Jing responded, "We can promise you that."
Only then did Li Wuyu say, "I heard from Yu Erming that my precious likes tea brewed with morning dew, so I got up early yesterday, went into the bushes, and collected morning dew from the leaves with a bamboo tube for my precious. I was wearing too little at the time, and then I accidentally fell into a ditch, and after that, I fell ill."
An Jing looked up at the sky for a long time before asking, "So did you give the collected morning dew to Youbao?"
"...When I fell into the ditch, I also spilled the morning dew, all of it, so I couldn’t give any to my precious." Thinking about this made Li Wuyu very upset because she had spent so much time in the bushes, yet she had spilled everything she collected.
"Master, isn’t it funny?" Li Wuyu asked sadly.
An Jing nodded, "Hmm."
"..." Li Wuyu was even sadder. "If I hadn’t caught a cold, I would definitely have gone to collect the morning dew again this morning, but even though that was my plan, plans can’t keep up with changes, and I fell ill..."
An Jing was silent for a moment before asking, "Wuyu, do you really like Youbao that much?"
"Hmm!" Li Wuyu nodded firmly, "Just seeing him makes me feel so happy inside!"
An Jing subconsciously turned to her own husband. It seemed that just seeing her husband also made her very happy.
At that moment, her husband was also looking at her, and as their gazes met, she immediately smiled at him, and his eyes immediately softened with affection.
This feeling was so good.
An Jing’s heart felt warm and sweet as she gazed at her husband for a long time before her eyes returned to Li Wuyu.
"Wuyu," An Jing sighed softly, "Youbao is a bit dense and doesn’t understand how you feel, but you can tell him yourself, so he knows."
Li Wuyu gave a wry smile, "However thick-faced I am, I’d be too embarrassed to say that to him..."
Her disciple, after all, was a native here and still retained some of her modesty, and this modesty was her bottom line, something she found it hard to speak of.
It was just a thin sheet of paper away from being clear, why was it so...
Thinking of this, An Jing suddenly said, "How about I tell him for you?"
"Don’t!" Li Wuyu immediately shook her head vigorously, quite agitated. "Telling you and adoptive father about this is because I don’t treat you as outsiders. Master, adoptive father, you mustn’t embarrass me."
Seeing Li Wuyu’s strong reaction, An Jing had no choice but to follow her lead, and with another soft sigh said, "Well, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come and find me and your adoptive father."
"Thank you, master, thank you, adoptive father." Li Wuyu finally calmed down and then coughed lowly several times.
An Jing couldn’t help but worry, "Did a doctor really see you? You look like you haven’t seen a doctor at all."