December 24, 20XX (Tuesday)
Zhao Manor
Feeling the rough shaking of her shoulders, Mei Lin was forced to open her eyes. She glared at the culprit, only to see Yue, Mother Zhao, Father Zhao, Dr. Zhang, and a man dressed in full white staring at her with amusement. Mei Li hurriedly sat up and fixed her hair with cheeks tinted red.
Remembering Yang's fever, Mei Lin turned her head to look at Yang. She sighed in relief when the reddish hue on his cheeks appeared to have lightened up. His face looked calmer than before too. Mei Lin smiled as she looked at Yang's face. She didn't know why, but looking at Yang's face has been like a pass time to her now. Some compelling force seemed to guide her eyes to look and stare at his face. Mei Lin had thought she would grow tired with staring at him, mainly when he was at work, but it seemed the hobby stuck to her.
"Are you okay, dear?" Mother Zhao asked, placing her right hand on Mei Lin's left shoulder. Mother Zhao's face marred with worry.
