She wanted to say she wasn’t tired, she couldn’t sleep, but he turned slightly, shifting from laying on his back to his side, and as she was laying on top of him, she was brought into the bed with him. "Just consider it... keeping me company. I can’t sleep when I’m alone." She pursed her lips and then gently nodded her head. He patted her back, "Good girl, don’t overthink, just sleep." She blinked, the scent of him filled her nostrils—a musky smell mixed with the strong fragrance of alcohol. Her eyes felt hot, but she wasn’t sure why. Was it his voice that was too immersive, or his embrace that was too reassuring? She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for a long time, yet gradually she obeyed him and slowly closed her eyes. Perhaps, she was just too tired. Illness strikes as swiftly as a collapsing mountain, and recedes as slowly as drawing silk. Liang Zhichen had awoken, but his body was exceedingly weak. Every so often he would break into a fit of coughing, causing Su Lang great distress. The next day, Liang Zhichen, despite being ill, found Su Lang, ready to continue on the journey. But Su Lang was unwilling, "Master, if you keep this up, what will become of your health? You’re going to collapse!" Liang Zhichen shook his head slowly, "I want to take Shujun back home, let the leaves return to their roots. The weather is so hot, and we’ve already delayed enough on the road, I..." Even through the coffin, one could smell the stench of rotting flesh. Liang Zhichen closed his eyes firmly and, when he looked at Su Lang again, his eyes held only calm composure, "I’ve made up my mind, pack up, we’re hitting the road!" Su Lang couldn’t argue with Liang Zhichen, looking troubled and heaving both long and short sighs, yet he couldn’t go against the Master’s decision, and this made him even more annoyed inside. "Fine, fine, but let’s get one thing straight, you better not collapse again." Liang Zhichen’s weak lips curled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he covered his mouth with a cough that seemed to tear him apart. Dong Huiying brought over a cup of warm boiled water, he paused for a moment, then took it from her, "Thank you, Baobao." They continued on their journey, supporting each other along the way. Dong Huiying was busy like a little bee, revolving constantly around Liang Zhichen. It wasn’t intentional; it was just that Liang Zhichen happened to be sick, a patient, and as for herself... if she could keep busy, have things to do, she could think less. She kept herself busy, using every ounce of her spirit, but every night, as if Liang Zhichen could not bear to watch, he would forcefully grab her, pulling her into his embrace, making her sleep with him. She thought he couldn’t sleep alone, and that just by closing his eyes he would recall Shujun’s image. Because that was how she felt. But what she didn’t know was that he understood that no matter how painful, how regretful, even if it was torturous or sad, he had to cherish the person before his eyes. He couldn’t just watch her fall apart. She probably didn’t realize how much she tugged at people’s heartstrings. Initially, Su Lang didn’t have much of a liking for her, but over these days, he gradually changed his mind. Sometimes he would take dry food and forcefully put it in her hand, then harshly urge her to eat quickly so she wouldn’t collapse and leave the sick Master unattended. In truth, Su Lang was also pained for her, unwilling to see her continue to abuse herself.