A low gasp leaked out from the crack in the door. A person was lying on the table, the white embroidery was wet with sweat. The person's hands tightly grasped the only tablecloth, and the fingertips turned deep red when they pinched it. The sound of footsteps slowly approaching as the person walked slowly with their ankles raised. The human voice gradually became clearer and entered the room. He lowered his hand to hold the person's hand and gave it a soft kiss. He raised his voice and said, "Good afternoon, young master, you are not good today. There are some things you still can't do. You know," the person trembled slightly and regained his composure. He pulled his wrist away from the person's grasp, looked up at the blurry shadow of the person approaching him, and breathed back "Medicine..." A soft laughter echoed in the house. He slowly walked a little away from the person, and politely smiled softly, and patiently reminded him, "I'm sorry, it's not time to take medicine yet, young master." "
Intention: If love is a disaster, it will still not delay my love for you