By resting.
Leng Pan had only been in bed for thirty minutes when the bedroom door was pushed open and someone walked in.
She lifted her head out of the blanket and looked towards the door to see her husband walking towards the bed.
"Are you not feeling well?" Lu Zhen asked with concern etched on his face as he walked faster to the bed and sat at the edge.
Placing a hand on Leng Pan's forehead, he sighed in relief when it didn't feel warm. He was worried that the onset of the apocalypse had caused some changes that affected her health.
Leng Pan felt a warmth crawling into her heart when she saw how concerned he was. She hadn't had someone care for her like that in a long time. Without parents in both lifetimes, it was understandable that she craved the warmth given by Lu Zhen.
Even to this day, she still wonders how the previous Leng Pan had managed to push him away and reject him so decisively when he gave so much warmth and security.
