She held down his shoulder, "Don't move."
He truly didn't move.
Outside the window, thunder boomed.
Jiang Zhi suddenly sat up, waking from a dream.
It wasn't raining outside, just the sound of thunder. The light of dawn was enveloped by thick clouds, making the sky a dull gray. Ten minutes later, rain began to patter down. Jiang Zhi, sleepless, sat up listening to the raindrops hitting the window sill, his thoughts lingering in turmoil.
The winter rain lasted for three days.
Even Xue Baoyi could see that Jiang Zhi looked very unwell. Halfway through the Xue Family's birthday banquet, he was nowhere to be seen. After searching around, they found him in the lounge, trying to catch up on sleep.
But he wasn't really asleep, just lying there listlessly.
"Jiang Zhi."
"Mm."
He looked extremely lethargic.
Xue Baoyi, concerned, called Xue Bingxue over, "Uncle, come have a look at him." He looked as if he were on his deathbed.
