After the chaos of the past few days, Gu Yixuan had gotten used to it. He didn't expect to find out much, and focused on reducing her fever. Once he was done, he turned and left.
After he left, Yun Qiluo finally calmed down a bit.
Yan Yan held her soft, petite body in his arms, wrapping her snugly with a blanket.
The young girl's face was flushed, her little brows slightly furrowed, and her entire being looked as if she had been fished out of water.
Her lips were reddened because of the fever, with a slightly open mouth, breathing softly and lightly, like an injured little kitten on the brink of death, obediently nestled in his embrace.
She looked so pitiful.
Looking at her in this state, Yan Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart, his expression turning sullen, wishing he could suffer in her place.
Yun Qiluo, lying in his arms, felt extremely hot, with her mind a complete mess.
Every time the fever hit, chaotic things would come springing up in her mind.
