When he left to buy breakfast, Qin Shu was sleeping soundly and did not show any signs of being unwell.
Fu Tingyu did not know what to think. "Babe, wake up."
"Okay."
Qin Shu snorted with her brows furrowed. She looked deeply uncomfortable.
Fu Tingyu's heart ached to see her struggling with herself. "Babe, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
It felt as if something had popped in her head, and the pain was unbearable - It almost felt like her head was going to explode. Cold sweat beaded her pale skin, coating her pale skin in a thin layer of moisture.
Fu Tingyu got up hastily and made his way to the bathroom. He fetched a clean towel hanging off the rack, wetting it in a spray of warm water, gently dabbing the beads of sweat over her brow and forehead.
After which, he checked Qin Shu's temperature. She did not feel like she was running a fever.
