Only then did Qu Zhi realize that the child was breathing heavily.
Sisi was curled up in her little blanket. Her forehead was covered in sweat and her cheeks were red. Her little fists were clenched tightly and she fell asleep without a sound. It was obvious that she had no strength to cry from the fever.
She touched the child's back and realized that her clothes were already drenched.
Qu Zhi suddenly recalled that Huang Qing had carried the child and was enjoying the breeze by the window today. No wonder the child was so sick. She had probably caught a cold from the breeze.
Qu Zhi gently carried Sisi out of the cradle. Sisi raised her head to look at her in a daze, then turned her head and gently laid on her body. Sisi's face was burning hot, but her hands were cold. It was so cold that Qu Zhi shivered.
She quickly carried Sisi and knocked on Sister Song's door.
