Although we have different dreams, we must share the same bed.

  Room 1309, finished infusion and took a short nap, feeling much more comfortable.

  It was already past eight in the evening, and the man who promised to buy her food had not returned. She didn't expect him to come back anymore, so she asked Zeng Jie to help her buy a fast food meal to simply solve the problem.

  At 9 o'clock in the evening, the hospital's final round of ward visits had ended. The doctor and nurse gave Gu Anlan some instructions and left.

  Anlan locked the door of the ward, then went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, sweating profusely, and the fever also subsided a lot due to the medication, making him feel much more comfortable.

  Looking at the marks he left on the mirror last night, I couldn't help but glare fiercely at myself in the mirror. I really hated that my strength was too weak to resist him.

  Take off the long-sleeved spring outfit wrapped around her body like a rice dumpling, pick up the hospital gown washed by the nurse with a faint white color and still smelling of disinfectant, look in the mirror at the pale face that has lost its rosy complexion, and suddenly it seems as if she had returned to March five years ago.

  Such coldness, such paleness, such helplessness, such confusion, such wandering, such...

  Yitian Ze gave her the high-end ward she wanted, which was good. Not only was the bathroom clean and fully equipped, but there was even a hair dryer. She simply wiped her dripping hair with a towel, then took the hair dryer and "whooshed" it dry.

  Just blow-dried her hair to half dry, the door outside suddenly made a loud noise of pushing the door open, scaring Anlan's hand shook, and the hair dryer almost fell to the ground.

  Quickly put down the hair dryer, and in the midst of confusion, the door outside was knocked again with a "knock knock knock" sound, followed by Zeng's voice: "Mrs. Gu... Yi, open the door."

  An Lan hastily dragged her slippers that didn't fit well in the hospital room and walked towards the door, opening it to say: "Zeng Jie, don't mention tonight..."

  An Lan saw Yi Shuihan behind Zeng Jie and swallowed back the words "don't need you to accompany" that were on the tip of her tongue.

  Zeng sister's face wore a professional smile: "Yes, I know you don't need to come and accompany Mrs. Yi tonight, but if you have any discomfort, just press the call button, I'll be waiting at the nurse station."

  Yi Shui Han slung a travel bag over her shoulder, held a simple travel bag in one hand and a thermos lunch box in the other, squeezed through the door and walked in. She threw the travel bag and bag onto the sofa, put the lunch box on the coffee table, and glared at the large bunch of fragrant lilies on the windowsill: "Who's been here?"

  An Lan closed the hospital room door and walked over, following his line of sight, saying lightly: "We grew up together."

  Yi Shui Han quickly walked to the windowsill, picked up the bouquet of fragrant lilies, turned around and headed out the door. An Lan was slightly stunned for a moment before realizing the fate of the flowers, but didn't utter a word to stop him, nor did she have the energy to quarrel with him.

  About half an hour after Yi Shuihan left, Zhuo Bufan came to the hospital to see her and brought a bouquet of lily flowers. However, she didn't expect that this bouquet of flowers would provoke Yi Shuihan so much, his temper really gets more and more irritable.

  "Lily of the valley is bad for pneumonia patients," Yishuihan explained, throwing away that bunch of flowers and bringing it back to Anlan: "The fragrance of lily of the valley affects breathing."

  An Lan put down the hair dryer in her hand and smiled sweetly, asking: "Is the fragrance on Mr. Yi's body suitable for patients with pneumonia to inhale?"

  You'd rather throw away the perfume lily, why don't you just throw yourself away?

  Yi Shuihan's gaze fell on An Lian, the blue and white striped hospital gown was loose on her due to being a size too big, her hair which had just been blown dry naturally fell onto her shoulders, her originally pale skin now looked even more translucent and fragile like a cicada's wing, her natural-colored lips were slightly dry with a thin layer of chapping from the fever, her white feet were in a pair of black oversized slippers, standing on the clean floor, looking as beautiful as a lotus flower blooming in a quiet pond, captivating everyone's attention.

  The delicate neck and collarbone were dotted with the marks of his kisses from last night, which fell on her lustrous skin like ink droplets on rice paper, resembling a carefree watercolor painting.

  An Lan felt uneasy under his gaze and couldn't help but say lightly, "I have someone to take care of me here, what are you doing staying around for no reason?"

  Yi Shuihan's heart sank immediately. He had come over with his backpack and umbrella, wasn't it to accompany her in the hospital? She actually... still looked down on him?

  He looked at her frail figure and said coldly, "Of course I'll be staying here. Who knows if someone will wash themselves to exhaustion tonight and end up in the hospital, biting people randomly?"

  An Lan was taken aback by his words, and immediately quickly climbed onto the bed, pulled over the quilt and covered her head together. She was too lazy to continue arguing with him, if he wanted to stay then so be it, there was still room in the ward for him to put his things.

  Yi Shuihan was enraged by her actions. What did she mean? Was she looking down on him or openly driving him away?

  He then took two steps to the bedside, reached out and pulled off her quilt, pressed his hands on her head to make her look at him: "How can I let you treat me like this?"

  An Lan took a deep breath, gazing up at the ceiling as she forced back the warm tears that had welled up in her eyes. It wasn't until much later that she calmed down and spoke in a light tone: "Very surprised? Five years ago I already didn't want to see you, now... what do you think?"

  "That's enough!" He interrupted her unfinished words in a low voice, then nodded and said: "Yes, five years ago you didn't want to see me because there were many men who wanted to see you. Why should you care about a poor guy like me? Since that's the case, what else do you...

  "I will remember the contract," An Lan quickly took over his words and then pulled out a smile: "Don't worry, Yi Er Shao, I will quietly be a obedient Yi family's second young master's wife, I won't have any extravagant hopes for things that don't belong to me, I also hope you can act according to the contract..."

  "Don't worry, I won't shortchange you," Yi Shuihan quickly cut her off, turned around and opened the door to walk out onto the balcony, then glared fiercely at the sky.

  After a long while, he finally pulled out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it up. He slowly puffed on it, watching the wisp of smoke slowly disappear into the air, and his heart felt empty along with it.

  For five years, he thought he would forget her. For five years, he forced himself to like Ling Yuwei, telling himself that Yuwei was the right woman for him.

  He thought he could completely forget the woman named Anna, forget that vain and heartless woman, forget the woman who threw away his love like trash.

  He really thought he had succeeded, so much so that after the beginning of this year, he even started talking about marriage with Ling Yuwei. But who would have known that in the instant he met her, the castle walls he had built up in his heart over the past five years came crashing down, and the emptiness of the past five years was quickly filled by the three words "Gu Anlan".

  Only ghosts know what evil spirit has possessed him?

  Mark asked him last night: "She once hurt you so deeply, why do you still want to marry her? Why are you still considering her like this, what's good about her?"

  What's so good about her? How did he know? If he knew, wouldn't he have found a better woman to marry according to that standard? Why wait until she came back before thinking of getting married?

  The monotonous ringtone of the mobile phone was particularly sharp and piercing at night, interrupting his meditation. He took out his phone from his pocket, only to find that it was a call from far-off Toronto.

  Hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button, and as soon as I said "hello", a familiar voice came through: "Why was Yuwei crying on the phone last night? Did you bully her again?"

  "No," his voice was extremely indifferent: "It's Yuwei thinking too much, her development in the country is not very smooth, I'm thinking if it's better to let her go back to Toronto for development."

  "What else can she do by going back to Toronto?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the phone, slightly dissatisfied: "Since Yuwei's career is not going well, you might as well get married early, after all, you two are not young anymore..."

  "What the aunt meant was to find a door-to-door marriage," he interrupted the other's nagging words: "And you also know, I and Yuwei... are not door-to-door..."

  "Didn't she like Yu Wei before?" The middle-aged woman's voice on the phone was clearly filled with doubt: "Why is she suddenly opposed to it now?"

  "She wasn't clear about Yu Wei's true identity before," he explained calmly: "A while ago, she heard about Yu Wei's identity somewhere and strongly opposed it."

  "This..."

  After hanging up the phone, Yi Shuihan only discovered that the cigarette in his hand was about to burn his fingers, so he hastily threw it on the ground and stomped it out. Then, he took a long breath, calming himself down slightly before pushing open the door and walking into the ward.

  On the sickbed, Gu Anlan was already stably breathing out the fragrance of orchids as he slept, his soft and smooth hair cascading down like a waterfall onto the white pillow, his pink cheeks looking much better than when he first came that night.

  He quietly took out his pajamas from the travel bag, and then tiptoed to the bathroom, choosing not to wear slippers so as not to disturb her who was asleep.

  He simply took a hot bath, turned off the last lamp on his bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed with the help of the light from outside the window, looking at the woman sleeping quietly on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and finally lifted up one corner of the quilt and slipped in quietly.

  Actually, An Lan was not asleep in the quilt, she went to the balcony for a long time. She was counting sheep on the bed and just fell asleep when he came in to take a shower, the sound of water splashing woke her up again.

  So when Yi Shui Han approached the bedside, she had already sensed it. When he lifted the quilt and slid in, she almost instinctively lifted the quilt to turn over and get up. Since he wanted to sleep on the bed, then she would go sleep on the sofa instead.

  Unfortunately, she hadn't even had time to prop herself up when a hand reached out from behind her and took control of her. Yi Shuihan tightly wrapped his arms around her, breathing hotly against the nape of her neck.

  An Lan instinctively felt an itch on the back of her neck, and she couldn't help but turn her head. She opened her mouth slightly: "Second Young Master, pneumonia is contagious. If you're not used to sleeping on the sofa, I'll go sleep on the sofa instead."

  She and he are husband and wife, she is unwilling to quarrel with him. If he insists on staying in this hospital room and occupying her bed, she can only choose to sleep on the sofa as a last resort, although she extremely dislikes sleeping on the sofa.

  "Are you sleeping on the sofa because of a backache?" His fingers were tangled in her hair: "You went to sleep with your hair still wet? Don't you know you're a patient yourself? Are you hoping to have another high fever tomorrow morning?"

  An Lan hadn't even had time to refute the sentence "my business doesn't need you to manage" when Yi Shuihan suddenly pressed open the bedside lamp with a 'pa' sound, slightly turned her body, and picked up the hair dryer she used before.

  "Sit properly, I'll blow dry your hair," he pushed her body forward: "You sit in front of me, how can you sit beside me and help you blow?"

  An Lan obediently sat down in front of him, resting her chin on the curved knees of her bent legs, letting him blow-dry her already half-dry hair from behind.

  Since he wants to act so true, she has to cooperate with him after all. She said that she would try her best to be a 'qualified' second young master's wife.

  In the "Only Marriage Not Love" contract signed with He Yi Shui Han, there is a requirement for a qualified young wife of a wealthy family, and that requirement is as follows:

  a: Be content with one's lot and don't be greedy.

  b: Absolutely obey.

  c: When going out, know how to show affection to your husband.

  d: At home, know how to behave properly.

  In fact, she was just a decoration in the Yi family, a puppet with no right to make decisions, except for being the second young master's wife, and her status was probably similar to that of a servant.

  No, she's even worse off than a servant, because a servant who can't stand it anymore can at least quit and leave, but she doesn't even have that right until she's safe in the Qin Garden.

  If it were in the past, such a young lady would definitely not be able to do it, but now...

  A phoenix that has lost its feathers is no better than a chicken. For the sake of her mother's memory and the garden left by her grandfather, she thought to herself: even if I'm not good at it, I'll learn to do it!

  "Alright," Yishuihan said as she turned off the hair dryer and used her fingers as a comb to tidy up her soft hair.

  An Lan instinctively moved her body to the edge of the bed: "I'd better sleep on the sofa, this bed is indeed a bit small, I'm afraid I'll squeeze you."

  Yi Shuihan stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. His calm and cold voice sounded on top of her head: "Gu Anlan, I think you shouldn't have forgotten that we got married yesterday, as husband and wife."

  An Lan couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing his words, then softly asked: "But do you think we need to sleep in the same bed as a couple?"

  Yi Shuihan's face immediately fell, and he coldly said: "In this society, many couples are in the same bed but have different dreams. Although we are not on the same wavelength, we must share the same bed!"

  An Lan immediately fell silent, no longer making a sound or resisting. At this moment, she had to execute the "absolute obedience" of being a qualified young mistress of a wealthy family. So, she closed her eyes slightly and let him hold her in his arms, pretending to fall asleep.

  Yi Shui Han gazed at the woman in his arms, who was gradually falling asleep, and listened to her even and subtle breathing. A faint smile appeared on his face as he gently stroked her delicate skin with the rough pads of his fingers.

  Five years have passed, and she is still a heartless woman. Just now, she was clearly angry with him for holding her tightly, but in the blink of an eye, less than half a minute later, she fell asleep again, sleeping so soundly.

  She fell into a deep sleep, but he couldn't sleep, his body aching in some places, and the soft jade in his arms was a sickly beauty, he had to take care of her body.

  He let out a deep sigh, pulled his arm from under her neck, got out of bed again, and tiptoed to the bathroom, afraid of disturbing her sleep. This time he didn't dare to turn on the water like before, but instead covered the faucet with a towel until it was soaked, then used it to cool down his scorching body.

  Maybe it was because she didn't sleep well last night, or maybe it was because she took antibiotics today. Anyway, An Lan slept very well that night, almost to the point of being dead asleep, and even forgot that there was someone lying beside her.

  After washing with cold water, he got back on the bed and was about to turn off the bedside lamp when he noticed a crystal clear tear at the corner of the sleeping woman's eye.

  He lowered his head and quietly kissed away her diamond-like tears.

  That night, she fell asleep in Yi Huan's arms and slept very soundly.

  He occasionally fell asleep, and sometimes opened his eyes again to look at the woman in his arms, confirming her real existence rather than an illusion.

  She slept so well, he restrained himself from the urge to kiss her, his fingers hovering over her beautiful face, he gazed at her intently, always feeling that she looked better when asleep than when awake.