Until now, as I carefully reflect, I suddenly awaken. It turns out that long ago, some things had already started to sprout, had already taken root in his heart. Yet at that time, he didn’t understand everything very well, wasn’t very clear, stubbornly hating, hating the past, hating once, and got himself into a dead-end. The feelings then, the scenery then, and the people then. All were quite romantic. But fleeting romance can be delightful, yet when the two returned from outside, the Sickly one began to cough and cough. A few days ago, he threw a tantrum, sulked, and laid a mat on the floor. Although there was a Divine Doctor at home, such minor illnesses and pains wouldn’t be an issue, but the problem lay in his delicate little temper which made him sick. About an hour later, Dong Huiying was outside boiling medicine, when she heard the Sickly one coughing even more severely. He coughed wretchedly, as if trying to cough out his lungs. She quickly got up and rushed inside, only to see the Sickly one looking utterly drained, leaning against the head of the bed. His skin was very pale, ordinarily a kind of sickly paleness, and now his cheeks had turned pink. She reached out her small hand and touched his forehead. Indeed, it’s burning! Really anxious, angry, and heartache, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll get some cold water to wipe your face." Shu Yu was about to reply when suddenly another bout of fierce coughing ensued. He covered his mouth, unable to catch his breath between coughs, the feeling of being sick was truly unpleasant, which reminded him of the past. And now being able to walk under the sun, being able to eat some food he loves and desires, was a luxury he couldn’t even dare imagine before. And all of these were brought to him by her. He slightly furrowed his brows, seemingly contemplating something. When Dong Huiying returned from outside carrying a basin of cold water, she saw Shu Yu looking contemplative. "Hmm?" What’s going on? She wet a face towel, wring out the water, folded the towel neatly, and placed it on his fair forehead. "What are you thinking?" she asked. Shu Yu swallowed and reminisced not long ago, in this room, where she had coyly called himself "Second Master," and when she mentioned her own name, she addressed herself not as Da Bao, Baobao, but... "Huiying?" Shu Yu softly uttered this name. Seems like a long time ago, ever since her temperament changed, she always referred to herself as "Dong Huiying," and also since then, she no longer was vulgar, no longer was violent, everything slowly turned better, she herself underwent an almost earth-shattering transformation. Moreover, Shu Yu remembered two other things. Their family once lived in Qingfeng Prefecture, at that time, his elder brother bought a house, Yun Ge that woman disliked the house for being too shabby, so she took Hong Fei and others to renovate it, and later named the house "Purple Garden." However, inside Purple Garden, their household of seven, with one wife and six husbands, lived in a courtyard named "Xihui Courtyard." Happy for whom, and who does the Hui word refer to, it’s very obvious. Shu Yu recalled hearing his twin brother Shujun call the wife master "Xiao Hui" on more than one occasion, while his elder brother simply called her "Hui." Shu Yu pondered over the details he hadn’t paid attention to before, gradually becoming clearer. Suddenly, he grasped her hand tightly, "Will you... always be with us?" Her face full of bewilderment, "We are family!"