"Mhm."
Gu Kai nodded, leaning back into the sofa.
Half an hour ago, he had taken some medicine at the hospital and now he faintly felt a bit dizzy. He couldn't help but lift his left hand, gently massaging his temples.
When Fang Zhiwei came down from upstairs, she saw Gu Kai's distinct, large hand on his head, his thumb lightly pressing at his temples. A look of concern appeared on her face: "Ah Kai, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It might be caused by the wound. When you called, I had just taken some fever-reducing medicine."
Gu Kai slightly lifted his eyelids, giving her a faint glance. When he lowered his gaze, he saw the piece of paper in her hand.
"Why didn't you say you had a fever over the phone?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiwei immediately frowned, a face full of self-reproach.
