The gentle breeze rustled at night, caressing his face. It was not cold; in fact, it was rather soothing.
Ye Mo finished his bath and exited the bathroom. When he passed by Ye Liu, he deliberately ignored his elder brother and went on his way.
Ye Liu smirked and brushed the incident aside.
He got up to fetch hot water from the kitchen for his turn in the bathroom so that he could get to sleep later!
Gently, Liu Duo opened the door to Ye Ling's room and sat by his bed. She observed the pale figure sleeping soundly there. She felt disheartened seeing him like this.
Her hand traced across the contours of his face as she softly spoke. "Ling, I don't want to see you fall sick ever again. I'm scared I'd really lose you."
Heart diseases like this might not be easily detected or saved even in the modern era, let alone in ancient times like this, where the medical technology was limited to medicinal soup, pills, and acupuncture.
He got lucky this time. But what about next time?
