Lu Huaiyu was still running a fever. Although he had taken the fever medication, his body still felt quite uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes as if he was resting.
Ning Li raised her eyes and glanced at him. She could see that his face was still a little pale.
She sat quietly for a while.
After a while, Lu Huaiyu's breathing gradually became more stable.
He seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Second Brother?"
Ning Li called out softly.
Lu Huaiyu did not respond.
Ning Li hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked towards the master bedroom.
The door was ajar.
She stood in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, before deciding to walk in.
The decorations here were almost exactly the same as what she remembered.
She walked to the wardrobe, skillfully pulled open the door on the left, and took out a blanket from inside.
Then, she returned to the living room and walked to Lu Huaiyu's side.
