Vivian's cold had gotten better, but his throat was still hoarse and no matter how much medicine he drank, it didn't help.
Gabriel's originally strong body became thinner day by day as he spent time lying on the bed, and his limbs became much thinner. If Vivian was in good condition, she would reach out and give him a gentle massage for a while.
But now he looked like he would fall down if the wind blew. His face was pale, his limbs were weak, and he looked extremely weak.
Most of the time, the two of them would close the door, draw the bed curtains, and lie quietly together.
Vivian would hold Gabriel's hand and talk to him. When he was in high spirits, he would recite a few lines of poetry or ancient Chinese prose. Sometimes his words were rigorous, sometimes they were confusing, but no matter what he said, he always spoke about love.
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