His worried eyes scanned the room. Sure enough, he saw the quilt on the large bed inside. When he got closer, he could faintly hear the slightly heavy and uncomfortable breathing.
Lan Xiu's brows subconsciously tightened. He quickly put down the tray in his hand and walked to the bedside.
Sure enough, Leng Xinran, who was wrapped in the quilt, was trembling all over. She tightly clutched the thin quilt on her body. There was pain between her brows, as if she was having a nightmare, and...
Lan Xiu was shocked. He quickly reached his hand out to her forehead. The scalding temperature immediately made his expression heavy.
"Is her fever that serious?"
However, the rain outside was still very heavy. It would be even worse if she were to go out and gotten cold.
