"Liuyuan, don't you go running out by yourself again these days." Xiaoyu said in the pitch-black room, "How am I going to answer to your brother if something happens to you?"
"Don't worry, I won't do it again," Yan Liuyuan promised. Recently, he had gotten increasingly trustful of Xiaoyu because she continued caring for him even though she had the opportunity to leave him behind.
As he was running a high fever several days ago, Xiaoyu could have just taken the money and left, but she did not do that.
While he was sleeping, there would always be a fresh and cool towel wiping his face and armpits to keep his temperature down. Yan Liuyuan even heard a gentle singing voice that felt like a warm ocean and reminded him of a child being held in its mother's arms.
