After they ate dinner, the entire Zhou mansion was enveloped in silence. Nightfall came, and it was time for bed.
Leng Zhiyuan slept on the sofa. She had a thin blanket covering her. Although she closed her eyes, she was unable to fall asleep. Her ears were ringing with what that man had said.
He was perched on the bed, and she was unable to hear the sound of his breathing. She also did not know whether he was asleep or not. Did he also have trouble sleeping like her?
In the night, Leng Zhiyuan woke up once. She walked over to the side of the bed to have a look. The man on the bed was sweating profusely. She stretched her hand out to touch him. He had a fever.
The doctor rushed over and gave him an injection. This high fever occurred because of the infection of the wound. The man did not fall sick often, but the moment he fell sick, it was extremely frightful, and his temperature almost hit 42 degrees.
