At the moment she thought she was about to collapse, a pair of hands steadily caught her. She turned her face abruptly and saw Beitang Huan's concerned face. Her uncontrollable body then fainted onto Beitang Huan's shoulder.
Beitang Yao watched her flee in panic. He saw the forced strength on her face, the turmoil on her face made his own expression look grim.
When Xia Qingqian woke up, she had already returned to her room. She felt that everything that had happened just now was like an illusion.
"Qian Qian, you're finally awake?" Beitang Huan placed the peeled apple aside. Seeing the person on the bed open her eyes, she quickly reached out to touch her forehead and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "The fever's finally gone!"
"Huan, you... why are you here?" When she spoke, the dryness in her throat made her voice sound extremely hoarse.
