"Don't fuss, I'm not thirsty."
After speaking, he reached out to feel Song Lili's forehead, "Are you alright?"
"Me? I'm fine, nothing's wrong."
"Your head is very hot." Wen Nian frowned, leaned in to check her temperature, "Are you running a fever?"
Song Lili touched her own head but couldn't feel any temperature either; she sighed, "I might have caught a chill, it's a small matter, rest will do."
"How could that be alright? Go back to your room, you've just finished your confinement period, and now you've caught a chill—"
"Ah Nian!"
"..."
"I just called my father to ask about Song Xiangqiao's situation..."
"What did he say?"
"The child is definitely gone, she has multiple fractures, currently bleeding heavily, and still in the operating room fighting for her life, they say... there's not much hope."
"..."
Wen Nian pursed his lips, looking at Song Lili, "Are you... feeling sorry for her?"
Song Lili took a deep breath, covering her face, clearly distressed and helpless,
