Gu Shaoting appeared calm on the surface, but it was all an act, his heart was in unbearable pain, yet he didn't want to show it in front of Shu Pan, as he didn't want her to worry.
He had never imagined that his young wife would fall ill, and not just with a minor cold or fever, which was too much for him to accept.
The night deepened, and Shu Pan, exhausted, slowly fell asleep in his arms.
But Gu Shaoting, holding her, felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness, his mind preoccupied with Shu Pan's illness.
He felt that the priority now was to arrange for Shu Pan to be hospitalized for examinations, followed by a consultation with specialists.
He hoped things would not be too dire.
Whenever he thought of that frightful outcome, he shuddered.
Why was fate so unfair? Why couldn't these misfortunes happen to him instead?
Why did it have to treat Shu Pan this way?
She had already suffered so much.
