嬌妻難逃

Chapter 088

Song Luan knew that she didn't want Zhao Nanyu to die. She was reluctant to part with him.

Zhao Nanyu's sudden illness wasn't entirely true, part of it was his own pretend. He thought that she wouldn't care about his life and death.

It turned out that Song Luan would also be sad for him.

Whether she loved him or not wasn't important because what mattered was her own heart.

Song Luan saw that he was still smiling and couldn't help but beat him. "How can you still laugh?"

"I'm really fine."

"They said you were dying."

Song Luan was not someone who would believe everything so easily. After he fell ill, she only saw him a few times, but as time went by, she heard more people talk about his illness.

She could see that although she did not cry in front of him, her eyes were swollen and her expression was listless.

Although little Zhao only cried a few times in front of her, she saw how lifeless he was. His eyes were swollen, his expression was listless, and his figure got thinner. She could see how worried little Zhao was.

Gradually, Song Luan began to worry, just now she dreamed that Zhao Nanyu was dead and would never wake up.

With a folding fan in his hand, he stood far away from her, smiling at her. Song Luan watched his body disappear in his sight.

He smilingly stood far away from her with a folding fan in his hand. Song Luan watched his body disappear in her sight.

Then she was so frightened that after she woke up, she ran to Zhao Nanyu's room.

Song Luan was still very flustered that she grasped his hands so hard. She was afraid that he would never wake up if he fell asleep.

"Okay, okay. I won't sleep."

Zhao Nanyu sat up and looked at her, then he patted the bed beside him and asked, "Do you want to lie down?"

Song Luan shook her head, "No need."

Zhao Nanyu opened half of the quilt, "Come on."

Song Luan did not resist. She took off her shoes and climbed into the quilt. She shrank on his side and looked at him with grape-like eyes.

She was probably really scared.

Zhao Nanyu felt a little guilty and touched her face, "Really don't worry...I'm okay."

Song Luan opened her mouth and said, "Then they..."

Zhao Nanyu interrupted her in the middle of her sentence.

He directly pushed the pot away from him, "They spread rumors indiscriminately." How dare these people talked nonsense in front of Song Luan without his instruction?

Zhao Nanyu lightly lied to Song Luan.

Song Luan still didn't believe that he was fine. She pursed her mouth and frowned. "Little Zhao cried. He didn't dare cry in front of me so he wiped his tears secretly."

Zhao Nanyu's mouth pulled up and chuckled twice, "I am his father. He will naturally worry if I am ill."

"As for others, they're all talking hearsay. All of it is false."

Song Luan reluctantly believed his words, but she was still anxious. She had planned to watch over him this time, however, she couldn't help but feel sleepy in the middle of the night. Her eyelids were fighting to open but she fell asleep in the end.