Li Fugui was stunned on the spot when he heard Xiaotian’s roar; it was the first time he heard her call him by name and the first time he heard her shout so loudly.
The Xiaotian he knew always spoke gently, softly, and with shyness.
Xiaotian didn’t bother with Li Fugui anymore, and angrily entered the house.
Leaving Li Fugui standing there, Xiaotian’s questions had left him unsure of what to do; he wanted her, he didn’t want to leave her!
As he was thinking this, another roar came from inside the house, "Li Fugui, get in here now!"
Faced with this Xiaotian, he could not afford to think further; his legs moved as if on wheels, and he quickly entered the house.
He lay down according to Xiaotian’s instructions, like a child who had just done something wrong—extremely obedient.
Seeing that the young master had finally settled down, Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled knowingly, "Young master, you’re seriously ill. Let’s focus on your recovery, and not think too much, okay? Here, drink your medicine!"
The gentle Xiaotian had returned; she fed Li Fugui the medicine spoon by spoon. Li Fugui merely opened his mouth, waiting for Xiaotian to feed him, completely forgetting he had hands that could hold a spoon and that he wasn’t so disabled that he couldn’t drink his medicine on his own.
After finishing the medicine, Li Fugui expressed his inner thoughts, "Xiaotian, I have nothing left. I’m no longer the wealthy Eldest Young Master, and I can’t give you anything anymore! Will you still follow me?"
Xiaotian looked at the young master earnestly and said, "Young master, we can earn money with our own hands, and live our modest life. It may not be as wealthy as your previous life, but don’t you think living on the money we earn ourselves is more satisfying?"
Earning money with his own hands to support himself? Could he truly do that? In recent years, he hadn’t learned anything besides writing a few characters.
Then he remembered the words of Yang Ming’s wife, "Take revenge with your own hands, and take back everything." His fists clenched tighter and tighter—yes, he had to take revenge, he must take revenge.
"Xiaotian, I can’t run away with you. I must stay here. I want to take revenge and take back the Li Family."
Seeing the young master , Xiaotian felt heartache. He had fallen from the high status of the Li Family’s young master to an ordinary citizen struggling with basic sustenance. Could he really endure?
"Wherever you are, young master, Xiaotian will be there too. Xiaotian will be with you."
Xiaotian knew she couldn’t do much herself; she couldn’t take revenge for him or regain everything for him. All she could do was to stay by his side and take care of everything for him.
"Thank you, Xiaotian!"
Ultimately, he compromised; thinking since he couldn’t leave, he would try his hardest not to become a burden and would strive to give her a good life.
After taking his medicine, he fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, it was night. Xiaotian was looking after him, helping him eat and take his medicine, but it was getting late, and he noticed she still hadn’t gone to sleep.
"You should go to sleep now!"
Xiaotian smiled sweetly, "You sleep first!"
"..." Li Fugui lay with closed eyes, feeling the presence of Xiaotian beside him; it gave him immense comfort.
As he lay there, it suddenly occurred to him: Xiaotian’s leased courtyard seemed quite small, so small there was only a kitchen and a bedroom. No wonder she was reluctant to sleep—it was because there was nowhere for her to sleep. He saw a blanket on the long couch over there; she had been sleeping there these past few nights.
She was kind in a way that made one’s heart ache, just like when they were children, "You should sleep on the kang, it’s big enough for both of us."