"How did the fever get so bad?"
Nangong Yu frowned, looking at the mercury column that was almost at 39 degrees Celsius.
Gathered around the bed, Seele and Bronya both looked at the flushed and listless Kaguya on the bed with worried expressions.
The three of them, feeling that something was wrong, had just come up to find this scene, which immediately startled them.
After feeding Kaguya a bowl of porridge and some fever medicine, Nangong Yu used the excuse that the patient needed rest and sent Seele and Bronya to school, saying he would stay home to care for her.
At first, Seele also wanted to stay, but Nangong Yu persuaded her to go back.
He called the homeroom teacher, explained the situation, and easily got a leave of absence using his privilege as a good student.
Nangong Yu reheated a pot of hot water, then returned to what used to be Bronya's room with a thermos and a laptop.
"I'm sorry, husband, I've caused you trouble."
As soon as he placed his things on the table, Nangong Yu heard Kaguya on the bed say apologetically.
"Didn't I tell you to rest properly?"
His rather stern words made Kaguya's eyes dart away, and after a long while, she spoke timidly.
"Sorry, it's just that I'm alone in the room, and I'm a little scared."
"...I see."
Looking at Kaguya's slightly timid eyes, Nangong Yu fell silent.
He silently moved the table to the bedside, then sat on the chair near the bed, watching Kaguya, and bent down.
"Don't apologize to me anymore; I'm the one who should be apologizing."
Holding Kaguya's slightly warm hand, Nangong Yu said slowly.
Kaguya was visibly flustered after hearing this, and she quickly responded, "How could it be husband's fault? It's clearly my fault for not taking good care of my body."
"No, actually, I noticed something was off with you yesterday, but I didn't pay much attention at the time."
His voice carried a hint of self-reproach, and his other hand gently caressed the hair on Kaguya's forehead, saying somewhat helplessly, "So, when I hear you apologize to me, I feel guilty and annoyed instead. I'm sorry, my voice was a bit harsh when I came in earlier."
"Husband is the one who shouldn't apologize. I understand everything, husband. You've always cared about me in your heart. Even if you're occasionally strict, it must be for my own good."
Hearing such unreserved trust, Nangong Yu couldn't help but let out a chuckle: "You, aren't you afraid I'll sell you?"
"I trust husband."
The resolute words made Nangong Yu pause for a moment, then he shook his head: "What virtue or ability do I possess?"
Then, he withdrew his hand and stroked Kaguya's head, saying gently, "You should rest well first. After taking the medicine and sleeping, your fever should go down."
"But..."
Unexpectedly, Kaguya's eyes widened even more upon hearing this.
"What's wrong? Thirsty?"
Kaguya shook her head, looked at him, hesitated for a few seconds, then softly said, "It's just that I haven't been alone with husband like this for a long time, so I want to chat with husband more."
This sentence made Nangong Yu fall into contemplation. Thinking about it, Kaguya seemed to be right. His visits to Eientei were few and far between, and his memories were instead filled with Kaguya's time with everyone in this house.
"I am husband's fiancée, so, can I be this willful occasionally?"
Her voice carried anticipation. Meeting Kaguya's pleading gaze, a hint of guilt even rose in Nangong Yu's heart.
How is this being willful? From Kaguya's perspective, it even felt a little pitiful.
"Of course, that's no problem, but you should still rest first. When you wake up, I can chat with you for as long as you want."
Looking at Kaguya, Nangong Yu seriously promised: "Just the two of us."
"Really?!"
"Really."
Her satisfied expression, like a child who had received candy, made Nangong Yu even more ashamed, and he began to reflect on whether he had been too negligent towards Kaguya.
"Then, I'll rest first."
"Mm."
Gently stroking her slightly warm cheek, Nangong Yu softly said, "Sleep. I'll be right beside you, I won't go anywhere."
"Mm!"
The fever and the working medication had already overwhelmed Kaguya's spirit. After closing her eyes, Kaguya quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at her slightly furrowed sleeping face, Nangong Yu's hand gently smoothed it away, and soon he saw a sweet smile appear on her face. She must be having a good dream.
He secretly took a photo of the adorable Kaguya, and a smile also spread to his lips. Then, he carefully opened his laptop, sat on the chair, and continued to write.
He was almost finished with the script for White 2, so he took the opportunity to catch up on some progress.
It wasn't until the sky was clear and the red sun hung high that Kaguya, sufficiently rested, slowly opened her eyes.
The fever had subsided a bit, and her head was no longer heavy. Her blurry vision was quickly filled by the bright room, and the soft clicking of a keyboard could be heard.
Turning her head, she saw her husband.
He was sitting very close to her, sunlight streaming through the window screen, gently falling on him, illuminating his handsome face as he worked diligently.
The world seemed to quiet, the entire space only containing her and her husband.
Kaguya couldn't express the comfort of this moment in words, but she wished that time could stop here forever.
Nangong Yu never stopped paying attention to Kaguya, so he quickly noticed his adorable fiancée, who had already woken up and was looking at him with smiling eyes.
"Why didn't you say something when you woke up?"
With a smile on his lips, Nangong Yu saved the document, closed his laptop, and said to Kaguya with a smile.
But Kaguya's answer was somewhat nonsensical. She just looked at her husband, her face full of a captivating smile: "I feel very happy right now~"
"Happy?"
"Mm."
Without explaining too much, Kaguya looked at the closed laptop and asked, "Husband, are you not going to continue writing? It's fine if I just watch."
"No."
Nangong Yu simply sat directly on the bed, stretched, and said, "Since I've already promised to accompany you, I won't break my word."
A hint of regret appeared on Kaguya's face. She didn't let Nangong Yu see her unusual expression, and a smile reappeared on her face.
"Husband, can you hold my hand?"
With no thought or reason to refuse, Nangong Yu reached out and held Kaguya's small hand that extended from under the covers.
But before he could grasp it tightly, Kaguya's two small hands held his together, pulling his hand and pressing her cheek against his palm, gently rubbing against it, her eyes closed, her face full of happiness.
This warmth, which she had never dared to dream of since childhood, now appeared so simply by her side.
Within reach.