Chapter 236 My favorite food no longer interested me

I slowly regained consciousness, not daring to open my eyes just yet.

My mouth was parched, and a cool cloth rested on my forehead while footsteps echoed nearby.

Gradually, I opened my eyes to find myself in my own bed.

The room was lit, and as I squinted against the harsh light, I could see a slender, beautiful figure bustling about in the living room.

She moved with a towel in hand until she disappeared from view.

Feeling the cool towel on my forehead, I realized someone was tending to me with a cold compress.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, likely the towel being rinsed.

Soon, footsteps seemed to head towards the kitchen, followed by the clatter of pots and pans.

What was going on? What time was it? Glancing at the clock, it was 8:55 PM, nearly 9 PM.

My mind was foggy as I recalled returning home, intending to visit the memorial tablet of my parents, only to faint.

It was around six o'clock then; I must have been out for over two hours.