When Yun Hao woke up, he felt very uncomfortable in his throat.
"Come and have some water." As soon as Meng Yunhan saw him open his eyes, she immediately brought over some warm water.
After drinking a cup of water, Yun Hao's throat felt much better, "What happened to me?"
Meng Yunhan glanced at him reproachfully, "You have a fever. It's been many years since you've had one."
Knowing of Yun Lei's death has been somewhat of a blow to Ahao; otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly come down with a fever.
Yun Hao leaned weakly against the pillow and took his wife's hand, "Wife, I've worried you."
Meng Yunhan looked at him, knowing he had faced the situation.
"Good to see you're coming to terms with it." Because the matter of life and death is something she couldn't escape from.
"Wife."
Meng Yunhan turned to him, "Are you hungry?"
Yun Hao subconsciously touched his stomach, realizing he actually was quite hungry.
"Wait a moment."
