Ning Qing was listening on quietly, and she did not reply. She withdrew her small hand and placed it on her abdomen. Her long lashes that resembled a butterfly's wings were silently closed together, and she was obediently drinking the water that Yin Shuiling was giving her.
The cup of water was empty in a moment. She had a high fever of 41 celsius, and she was badly dehydrated.
"Ning Qing, do you still want to drink more?"
Ning Qing shook her head, and there was a hint of hoarseness in her weak and frail voice as she said, "I don't want to drink anymore. Shuiling, let me sleep for a while more."
"Okay." Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing lie down, then covered her with the blankets.
