Before dawn, the morning sun will rise, and Fang Su, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up slowly.

The eyes of the person beside the bed were cloudy, and he didn't regain his senses at first, until Fang Su opened his eyes half-open and half-closed, and when his vision became clearer, he turned to look at him.

In an instant, the man suddenly woke up, his throat was too dry, he opened his mouth without making a sound, and held his hand tightly.

Fang Su didn't know how long he had slept, but there was only a sense of fatigue when he woke up from a long sleep. At that time, the pictures passed through his mind, and his heart suddenly filled with unease. He subconsciously held the man's palm. Although he had no strength, he regarded this as the only salvation, and whispered: "Qiaoyuan..."

Tang Qiaoyuan sat for a day or two, and finally lay down with his clothes on. He just took off his shoes, hugged him, and coaxed in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, Susu, we're at home... it's alright, wake up. Come on, I've been waiting for a long time..."

The words were incoherent, Fang Su listened, and then suddenly realized. Looking at the familiar curtain, he finally had the good fortune to escape from death. However, the surprise and stupor that suddenly rose in his heart was not because of this, but because of the familiar tone he had just heard. He slowly turned sideways with some strength, and the claim in his ear that it was not going away warmed his heart.

Fang Su's hand touched Tang Qiaoyuan's haggard face, looked at him through the bright candlelight, noticed the dazzling strangeness on the top of his hair, and asked, "What's the matter with you..."

"Huh?" Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't see his appearance, and gently rubbed his warm palm.

He couldn't wait to answer, but Fang Su didn't move his eyes away, his eyes stayed where they were, and he even worried about whether he had dazzled his eyes, and the more he narrowed his eyes. Tang Qiaoyuan was also puzzled when he saw him like this, and finally reached out to follow his gaze and brushed a strand of hair, unexpectedly seeing a few strands of silver and white mixed in it.

After being slightly surprised, the man couldn't help laughing softly, rubbed forward a few inches, and kissed his dry lips from between Fang Su's eyebrows and along the bridge of his nose to his lips. I don't want to wake up... I'm bored alone, so I can only think about the questions in my mind... I'm so absorbed in thinking that I've lost a few strands of my hair."

Fang Su didn't know how irritable Tang Qiaoyuan was when he was in a drowsiness, so he asked distressedly, "Qiaoyuan... What are you thinking about?"

Tang Qiaoyuan paused for a moment, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"I think, when I was poisoned, how did I love you."

This remark was unexpected, Fang Su's body froze when he heard the words, and he couldn't hide the nervousness and sadness in his eyes for a while. Tang Qiaoyuan took him and was hugged tighter in his arms, and asked with a sigh, "Did I love you even more then than now?"

The words fell into silence in the room.

Fang Su's mind and ears were ringing, and this question was repeated several times before the meaning came to his mind clearly. He couldn't help the heat in his eyes, his nose was sour and uncomfortable, and the wound was already full of pain. Under this instant stimulation, he felt a splitting headache, which was sweet and unbearable.

"Qiaoyuan..."

There was no way to say anything in his heart, Fang Su only whispered his name in a low voice. And this man didn't say much after confession, and from time to time he dropped kisses on the corner of his brow with several layers of love and affection, and the atmosphere was peaceful and beautiful for a while.

The morning light suddenly brightened, and the darkness outside the window suddenly reflected a crimson.

Fang Su looked sideways, her joy was uncontrollable, and all the disasters and dangers, panic and fear, she left them all behind. Recalling that when I was dressed in red and looked at this stranger, I drank it together, and now my mind is at ease. The time for everything here is short, but it seems that it has gone through thousands of hardships and calamities, and after this, I finally have it.

- really own it.

Fang Su no longer felt the slightest worry about gains and losses, not just because this person clearly expressed his affection... but he suddenly felt that there would be no one in the whole world who loved Tang Qiaoyuan more than him.

He is worthy of Tang Qiaoyuan's sincere treatment and the gift of God. In the past, all disasters could be regarded as a test of fate, giving him the courage to stay with this person...

The person lying next to him was relaxed, exhausted in a blink of an eye but fell asleep peacefully. Fang Su reached out and gently held a clump of blue silk on him, holding it in his palm to look at it carefully, the taste was indescribable.

After a while, footsteps came from outside the corridor after dawn.

The door slammed softly, and it was still Bai Ping who entered the room. The girl stepped forward with the medicine in her hand, and she stopped in surprise when she turned to the bed. Fang Su tilted her head to look at her, put her fingers to her lips, and smiled at her.

Bai Ping stood still for a short while holding the medicine bowl, and then smiled with emotion. After walking closer, she put the medicine bowl on the lower table, and Shi Li whispered: "The madam only ate very little liquid food when she fell asleep, and the servant will go. Cook some porridge in the kitchen."

Fang Su was indeed hungry, nodded gratefully, and said softly "Okay".

After the girl went out, he finally sat up, but the simple action seemed to consume half of his strength, and even his eyes darkened after sitting up. Fang Su held his forehead for a moment, covered Tang Qiaoyuan with a thin quilt, and carefully passed over him to bring the soup and medicine to take.

Although the medicine is bitter, it just quenches thirst.

After Fang Su finished drinking, he leaned on the head of the bed, no longer sleepy at all, but was really unwilling to get out of bed because of his fatigue. My stomach was empty, I thought that I was so weak that I was starving.

After thinking about it for a while, Bai Ping suddenly came back to the room with a bowl of eggs in sugar water in her hand, and handed it to him carefully, "Mrs. weigh it first, the porridge will be slower."

"Thank you, Miss Bai Ping..." Fang Su had drank the warm decoction and her voice was much more comfortable. She thanked her sincerely, and then asked again, "Miss Bai Ping, how long have I slept this time?"

"There's more than a day," Bai Ping replied in a low voice, turning to joke, "Why is the madam still so estranged from the servants now?"

Fang Su held the porcelain bowl in hand, and blushed when she heard the embarrassment.

Bai Ping found it quite interesting, so she stopped teasing him, understood how shy this person was, and didn't really want to wait for him to answer, so she quietly saluted and retired.

Fang Su raised her eyes to see her disappearing figure, then lowered her eyes to the steaming sugar water, bending her lips in satisfaction.

When the day was approaching, Tang Qiaoyuan made up for a good night's sleep.

The man opened his eyes and looked for Fang Su, but seeing no one on the bed, his heart tightened, and he abruptly lifted the quilt out of bed. However, the room was silent, and there was no Fang Su. Tang Qiaoyuan was so anxious that he didn't care whether his clothes were messy or not. He was about to walk out quickly when he heard the curtain move.

Fang Su walked in from outside, looked at him, blinked blankly, and said with a smile, "Qiao Yuan, are you awake?"

Tang Qiaoyuan's heart beat hard, he stepped forward and hugged him, wrapping his arms tightly, and then asked, "Where did Susu go?"

Fang Su rolled her eyes and hugged him back, but was ashamed to answer and hesitated.

"Just... go out for a short while, how do you know you're awake..."

This man couldn't rest assured, he didn't notice Fang Su's embarrassment, and still asked, "Where are you going?" When he spoke, he looked down at him, with worry in his eyes.

Fang Su couldn't bear to worry about him, so he had to reply in a low voice with a blushing face: "Call someone to boil water, my body... has an unpleasant smell..."

Tang Qiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, but after reacting, he couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice, but he deliberately sniffed on his neck to see that his face turned even redder, and said, "Why does it still smell so good?"

Fang Su pushed him, but didn't really use half of his strength.

Tang Qiaoyuan felt happy. After a while, he saw the blushing complexion suddenly fade away. He immediately covered his smile and asked nervously, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Fang Su closed his eyes and shook his head, leaned forward, leaned on him to rest for a moment, pretended to be relaxed and replied, "It's okay, just a little headache."

The man felt very distressed after hearing this, stroked the white gauze behind his head, and moved his body slightly sideways to avoid pressing the wound on his forehead.

Tang Qiaoyuan recalled the crisis of the day again at this time. To this day, he still doesn't know what Fang Su has faced alone, but he never dared to ask, because he was afraid that Fang Su would recall the fear in his heart again.

He was worried, so he remained silent, only slowly stroking the back of the head of the person in his arms, how could he know that after a while, Fang Su took the initiative to mention this to him.

"Qiaoyuan, I killed two people..." Fang Su said this. Although it was different from the dreadful collapse that day, his tone was still low, and more of a loss.

Tang Qiaoyuan heard it clearly, shook his head, not afraid of speaking too harshly, and comfortably said: "Even if you don't kill them, they will die in my hands."

Fang Su was silent, thinking about something.

This person just thought it was difficult for him to accept it, so he waited patiently, but he didn't expect to hear him say something that surprised him after a long time, and he was calm and not scared.

Fang Su said: "If you think about it like this, it's still my own hands... It's better... It can make you less worried, and you won't feel like I'm so vulnerable..." He said, looking up at the man's appearance, and said, "At least I can protect you if you believe in me. For yourself, spend less time and have less gray hair."

The emotion in his words made Tang Qiaoyuan warm in his chest, as if there was a warm sun in his heart.

After a while, the man smiled and kissed his cheek, and replied softly but firmly: "I believe that you can protect yourself, but you can't let down your guard. From now on, you must be more careful... As for a few strands of white hair? This is just the beginning, we will stay together for the next birthday, and one day we will keep your head growing."

The turning of blue silk to white has never been a desolate thing, but the innumerable strands are all lingering affection.

Fang Su heard these love words in her ears, and she smiled and felt quite happy.