Nian Duoduo was half-leaning on the toilet lid, her little face flushed red, her body also unnaturally pale. Her gentle little hand was still raised in the air, as if searching for the latch on the door.
Si Han rushed forward and pulled her into his arms, but the touch of her candy-like skin almost made him let go.
"Duoduo, you have a fever!"
By the time Nian Duoduo was taken to the hospital, her fever had reached forty degrees. Fortunately, they discovered it in time, administered fever-reducing injections, and set up an IV drip. After several hours, the fever finally subsided.
Si Han felt as if something had hollowed out his heart; he couldn't stop picturing her weak form leaning there, like a fragile piece of paper, ready to be carried away by the wind at any moment.
