Qin Mu felt quite aggrieved, but she had to fill her stomach first.
Feng Fanghua still called Helian Hao, fearing that she might catch a cold and develop other inflammations.
After breakfast, Qin Mu lay upstairs, listening to the rain drip-drip-dropping on the window sill, about to fall asleep, then heard someone knocking.
"Come in!"
Her hoarse voice replied, but she didn't turn around, being lazy, thinking it was the maid.
"Heard you're sick?"
Helian Hao entered and saw her lying there unwilling to move, so she walked to the bedside to sit down.
Qin Mu raised her eyes and was startled: "Why are you here?"
Subconsciously she sat up, looking haggard, starkly contrasting with Helian Hao's fine features.
"Aunt called me saying you caught a cold and asked me to come check. Is your throat sore? Have you taken your temperature?"
"I haven't measured my temperature, but I've taken some cold medicine!"
Qin Mu replied to her and then flopped back onto the bed.
