The next morning, Shi Ailin stirred awake in her armchair. She rubbed her eyes open, glancing at Luo Wanting in front of her, who was still fast asleep.
She stretched, craning her neck. She decided to rise, making some breakfast for both of them in case he woke. She ate before checking up on him again, and he was still asleep.
His breathing evened as the hours went by, but his face was flushed and warm. She then grabbed some cloths and water, trying to cool him down.
She pondered over if she should attempt to contact his family or not. But she decided to wait until he woke since he was insistent on not calling his brother.
Luo Wanting did not wake until mid-afternoon. Shi Ailin stood up abruptly when she noticed that his eyes fluttered open. He attempted to sit up when she went to grip his arms, lifting him slightly.
He groaned, holding his abdomen. Half of his face was swollen, and she fought the urge to caress it, knowing it would do nothing.
