Dong Xin Yan brought a basin of cold water back, only to hear the man on the bed, in a deep sleep, furrow his brows painfully and let out soft whimpers.
His voice was too low, and for a moment, she couldn't make out what he was saying.
She set the basin of water on the bedside, sat down, then reached out to take the thermometer from Gu Ningyi's armpit, carefully reading the temperature—it was nearly at forty degrees.
When he collapsed in front of her earlier, to be honest, she was still half-doubtful, afraid he was up to some trick again.
It's not that she didn't want to trust him, but he always went back on his word and had deceived her too many times.
If he hadn't passed out so completely, she wouldn't have been able to leave him to die, so she slowly walked into the room to help him.
Unexpectedly, he was really very sick…
