Wu Ming's consciousness seemed somewhat blurred, and he kept talking nonsense.
Baili Xia quickly got up, wanting to go to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe him down and reduce his fever.
As soon as she turned around, her hand was pulled.
"Girl, don't leave, don't go..."
That large hand held her so tightly, as if desperately trying to pull her back.
Baili Xia was deeply shocked. People say that the words spoken in dreams are one's true thoughts.
Wu Ming's reliance on her had reached this point.
She had no choice but to stop and squat by the bedside again, holding that large hand and continuously soothing him.
"Wu Ming, I'm here. I haven't left. I'm always here."
Seeing that he was still resisting, Baili Xia's eyes showed a complex look, and she unintentionally increased the grip on his hand.
"Wu Ming, can you hear me? I'm Xiaxia, right here beside you."
"I'm fine, really, I'm okay now. Wu Ming, you don't need to worry, just sleep..."
