Jin Yan stood hesitantly outside the door for a long time, hesitated for ages, and only then did she push open the bedroom door.
In the bedroom, Tao Siran lay still on the bed. She called out, "Tao Siran."
No response, as if he was in a deep sleep.
She moved closer, seeing Tao Siran sleeping soundly, his breathing fairly even, but his face was slightly flushed, and the blood vessels near his temples were throbbing with each breath, as if he was burning up.
What was going on? It seemed like he might have a fever.
Jin Yan's heart skipped a beat, her eyes unconsciously filled with concern.
She instinctively stepped forward, wanting to rush over, but then suddenly stopped in her tracks. If he's sick, he's sick; it's his problem, so why should she worry? Even if he died of illness, it wouldn't have anything to do with her, right?
Thinking this, she still couldn't help but move, slowly stepping forward two steps, then stood by the bed staring at Tao Siran.
