The two of them exchanged a smile, both feeling a bit relieved that it was just a regular stomach flu.
"Alright, I can stay here myself. You should go back and rest."
"It's not good for a woman to stay up too late. I'll stay." Looking at the boy in the bed who looked like Luoz, a sense of bitterness and heartache passed through Wen Bin's heart.
Zhang Yuan shook her head, "Thank you, but there's no need. I've already called Luoz; he'll be coming over in a while."
Wen Bin, standing next to her, was slightly stiff, "Okay, then I'll head back first and see you again tomorrow."
"Alright."
...
The fever made Little Haoyan very irritable; after the IV treatment was over, Zhang Yuan almost held him all night long, only managing to sleep when the sky started to brighten.
Taking a few sips of water, Zhang Yuan finally sat down by the bed, massaging her swollen forehead and closing her eyes.
