Si Yan's fever made her delirious in the middle of the night.
Groggily, she called for her brother.
Ming Ji stepped forward to touch her forehead.
So hot. By hand, he guessed it was around 39 or 40 degrees Celsius.
Ming Ji fetched a bowl of warm boiled water and picked Si Yan up.
"Little Yan, be good, drink some water."
Ming Ji rarely coddled her, but he would when she was sick with a fever.
Si Yan, feeling the familiar embrace, opened her eyes in a daze. She looked at the water and didn't want to drink. "Don't want. Won't drink."
Ming Ji persuasively cooed, "Be a good girl, darling Yan. Have some water; you'll feel better after drinking."
Only then did Si Yan reopen her eyes and sluggishly drank some water.
After putting the bowl aside, Ming Ji intended to lay Si Yan down, but she clung to him as she did when she was a child, unwilling to let go.
"Brother, hold me," Si Yan mumbled incoherently, her voice incredibly soft and muddled.
