Fei Mao Mao Said, “She is Fei Yan.” 

Aside from that, as if her reaction wasn’t enough to express her resistance, all the soft fur on Fei Yan’s body suddenly puffed up, and she leapt away a full eight feet. 

Even someone as calm as Chen Miansheng was startled by the little orange cat’s reaction. 

His little orange was a cat… was she actually scared of two fish? 

Chen Miansheng frowned slightly and took two steps toward her with the fish in hand. Sure enough, he earned a wary stare from the little orange cat, who immediately backed away three steps. 

Fei Yan was practically in tears. 

What was Chen Miansheng even doing? Did he not know how creepy fish eyes were? And he brought two! 

A cute little cat like her couldn’t handle that kind of shock. 

Chen Miansheng thoughtfully stroked his chin and hid the carp behind his back. Sure enough, Fei Yan began to calm down, confirming his suspicion. He chuckled and said, 
“Little orange, you’re a cat, right? How can you be scared of fish?” 

Fei Yan: “…” 

She wasn’t just scared of fish. She was scared of mice too. 

Everything cats liked, she was scared of. So what? So what! 

Fortunately, Chen Miansheng didn’t dwell on it. After all, the little orange cat he picked up was very clever—not only could she understand him, but she was also interested in herbs. So being scared of fish didn’t seem all that strange. 

“If you don’t like fish, I’ll return them to Brother Wu tomorrow?” 

Fei Yan: “?” 

No, no! She didn’t eat raw fish, but they could be steamed, braised, sweet-and-sour, or stewed in soy sauce! 

Seeing that Chen Miansheng actually turned to leave, Fei Yan panicked. She quickly pounced and grabbed the corner of his robe, refusing to let him go. 

Afraid he might accidentally step on his little orange cat, Chen Miansheng immediately stopped in his tracks. With a helpless sigh, he bent down and picked her up by the scruff of her neck, cradling her in his arms. 

“What now?” 

Fei Yan couldn’t answer him right away. 

Because Chen Miansheng was holding her with both arms, from this angle she could clearly see those two pairs of fish eyes staring right at her. 

Fei Yan felt like her soul left her body again. 

“Meow-Aaaahhhhhh—!” 

“So… you just don’t eat raw fish?” 

Chen Miansheng had been led to the firewood room by the orange cat. When he saw her pawing at the cooking pot, he half-squinted and tilted his head to ask. 

The orange cat crouched on the ground and wagged her tail obediently at him. 

Perhaps he hadn’t expected that to be the reason. Chen Miansheng went quiet for two seconds, then let out a small laugh: 

“Such a picky little thing when it comes to food.” 

After speaking, he walked to the stove with the carp, deliberately keeping it out of the cat’s view. As he lit the firewood, he added, “Alright then, I’ll make you some fish soup.” 

Fei Yan: “?” 

Wait, what about the braised, steamed, sweet-and-sour, or soy-sauce stewed versions she imagined? Fish soup? That’s it? 

She glanced up and down at Chen Miansheng, thought for a moment, then clenched her teeth and let it go. 

Forget it, she’d let this sickly guy off the hook. No need to give him a hard time… for now. 

It’s definitely not because she didn’t know how to explain the difference between braised, steamed, sweet-and-sour, and soy-stewed fish to him. 

Definitely not. 

While Chen Miansheng was busy boiling the fish soup, Fei Yan quietly slipped into the study to look for something. 

Today’s visit to the Tong Yao Hall had reminded her of one thing: doctors in this era usually wrote down detailed symptoms on their prescriptions. If she could find Chen Miansheng’s prescription, she might learn more about his condition. 

Unfortunately, if there was one thing Chen Miansheng’s home had in abundance, it was books and papers. 

Amid the thick scent of ink and paper, Fei Yan rummaged for a long time before finally finding the prescription in one of the desk drawers. 

But moving around in this body was no easy task. By the time she retrieved the prescription, she was so tired she collapsed onto the floor. Glancing at the mess she had made of the study, she turned away with a defeated sigh. 

What was that saying again? Oh right—“Out of sight, out of mind.” 

As long as she didn’t look, the study behind her was still neat and tidy. 

Yes. Exactly. 

The prescription was well-preserved, looking brand-new. The paper felt smooth and clearly expensive. 

The whole page was filled with beautiful handwriting—very familiar handwriting. Fei Yan felt like she’d just seen it somewhere not long ago. 

But time was of the essence, so she didn’t dwell on it. She leaned her little head close to the paper and began recognizing the characters one by one. 

“Cough is most severe in the morning, occasionally accompanied by nighttime coughing fits. Phlegm present. Shortness of breath. Recurs for several months each year, mostly in winter…” 

Fei Yan paused in surprise. Judging by the symptoms Chen Miansheng had shown in front of her, this illness… it was starting to look a lot like chronic bronchitis from the modern world. 

Below was the prescription—exactly the herbs she had seen earlier in Chen Miansheng’s medicine pouch. 

If her guess was correct, this would explain why he’d been drinking medicine for so long without any improvement. 

Those herbs only treated ordinary coughs and colds, they’d be useless against chronic bronchitis. 

Fei Yan reached the end and suddenly noticed that the last line had been ruthlessly blacked out with ink. Only a faint “ear” (耳) character was still visible. It looked like someone had deliberately tried to obscure that part. 

She wrinkled her nose in confusion and stared at the “ear” character, lost in thought. 

“Ear”? 

Are you referring to Chen Miansheng’s hearing condition? 

Thinking of this, Fei Yan suddenly realized that his hearing problem wasn’t exactly what she had originally imagined. 

After spending more time with him, she noticed that his verbal communication was very smooth. Aside from speaking a bit loudly and not being able to hear others well, he behaved almost no different from anyone else. It didn’t seem like a congenital condition—more like something acquired later in life. 

Maybe she could even find a way to cure it in the future. 

While Fei Yan was thinking this to herself, Thirteen’s voice suddenly rang out in her mind: 

[Hello, Host. The cooldown for the attribute “The Siren’s Three Words” has ended. Please make use of it appropriately.] 

Fei Yan was startled. So Thirteen would even remind her when the time came? 

She was just about to waste the three chances when she noticed a shadow flash across the paper window. Chen Miansheng entered the study, carrying a bowl of freshly made fish broth. His voice was calm and gentle. “When did Little Orange sneak in here?” 

Fei Yan hurriedly shoved the prescription paper she had been reading off to the side and forcibly swallowed back the words that had nearly slipped out. 

Even though it was an undeniable fact that Chen Miansheng couldn’t hear, speaking human words in front of him still made her feel uneasy. 

She lightly leapt down from the desk and padded over to him, sniffing at the scent of the fish soup. 

Chen Miansheng had indeed kept his word—he said he would only make soup, and it was truly just a clear broth. 

The fish soup was milky white, with a few bits of chopped green onion sprinkled on top for garnish. He had even taken the trouble to remove the fish head and tail. This was treatment far beyond what any stray little cat could expect. 

Fei Yan once again marveled at how Chen Miansheng could be such a good person. But just then, she heard the soft rustle of fabric behind her and instinctively turned her head. 

Chen Miansheng was standing right behind her, his gaze falling on the prescription she had just been looking at. His long lashes were slightly lowered, his eyes deep and unreadable, containing a complexity she couldn’t read. 

She licked her lips, suddenly feeling that this version of Chen Miansheng felt unfamiliar, even a little distant. 

The room fell into a heavy silence. 

After what felt like a very long time, Chen Miansheng’s expression gradually softened. His voice returned to its usual tone. “Why did Little Orange pull this out?” 

As he spoke, his gaze left the paper. He bent down beside the little orange cat and gently rubbed her fluffy head with his warm palm. 

“Good girl. Eat up.” 

The change in Chen Miansheng’s demeanor was so quick it nearly made Fei Yan wonder if that earlier version of him had just been her imagination. But then, another nearly inaudible sigh followed: 

“Little Orange’s voice must be very lovely.” 

Fei Yan had been about to start enjoying the dinner he made her, but this sentence made her freeze. 

A few seconds later, he added, “If only I could hear it.” 

In that moment, all of his earlier strange behavior suddenly made sense. 

Even though Chen Miansheng usually came across as calm and indifferent, he still occasionally revealed other emotions. 

Like in this kind of situation. 

Like when he saw that hidden prescription. 

Fei Yan looked up. At this moment, there was still a faint smile on Chen Miansheng’s lips. It reflected in her dark, clear eyes—and somehow, it made her chest ache. 

She clenched her teeth slightly, stared at him for a long moment, and then made a silent decision in her heart. 

Suddenly, in the study where only Chen Miansheng had been speaking, another voice rang out. 

It was a soft, restrained female voice—delicate and tender, yet with an unmistakably firm tone. 

“You.” 

“Can.” 

“Trust.” 

Due to the limits of her body, Fei Yan had to force each word out one at a time. But as she spoke those three words, she never took her eyes off Chen Miansheng. Her expression was solemn and serious. 

As if making him a solemn promise. 

You can— 

You will hear again. 

Trust me. I’ll find a way to heal you. 

After all, she was Fei Yan.