But he couldn't save his father's life. He could only watch helplessly as he left with regret.
When Qianqian came out with the medicine, she took out his thermometer, which showed 39 degrees—he already had a high fever.
She helped him sit up to drink the medicine and then went to the bedroom to get a blanket to cover him.
"Take a nap. I'll stay here with you." Qianqian gently touched his face.
Bai Jingqing held her small hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, "It's so good to have you."
"I'm sorry." Qianqian apologized to him, feeling guilty about the death of Bai's father.
"Silly, what are you sorry for... Don't overthink it. My father's matter had nothing to do with you. It was because there was no medicine that he..."
"If it weren't for our issue, maybe he wouldn't have fallen ill, right?"
