Ruan Jiaojiao went stiff in his arms, listening to the patter of light rain on the eaves. She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips brushing the damp droplets in his hair. Suddenly, she let out a soft laugh, her voice laced with the relief of one who had narrowly escaped death. "However, Lord Pei, is there a possibility that fate was kind to me, that I haven't caught the plague, and that I’ll live another eighty years with you? And as for these days of staying indoors, for one, I wanted to focus on developing a cure, and for another..." She arched a brow playfully. "I had to make that sharp-tongued woman at Liren Ward feel a bit of guilt. Who told her to splash that bowl of medicine on me? But I truly underestimated them; they didn't feel a shred of remorse. It didn't work at all."
Pei Huaiyu’s taut spine had yet to relax, but his arms subconsciously tightened, as if he were still confirming whether the person in his embrace was truly real.
Ruan Jiaojiao then produced a prescription from her sleeve as if presenting a treasure. However, Pei Huaiyu’s arms were held so tightly, as if he were terrified she might die, that she had to tug at him. "Pei Huaiyu, if you keep holding me this hard, you really will crush me to death! If you crush me, you won't have a wife anymore!"
Chapter 178