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Di Yelei hasn't regained consciousness since he returned to the hostel.
His high fever persisted, his body burning red like a brazier. The seemingly small wound kept bleeding ceaselessly, and having been soaked in river water, had become grotesquely swollen.
Not only that, but he also mumbled incessantly, sleeping extremely restlessly.
"Sisi, Sisi, run fast Sisi... Sisi, I can't lose you, Sisi..."
He struggled back and forth, causing the blood around his chest to seep through, soaking the thickly wrapped gauze.
"Ye Lei, I am here; I am, I've already made it to safety, Ye Lei..."
Liu Sisi stepped forward and tightly grasped his hand, unable to let go no matter what.
After enduring so much suffering, betrayals, and even Xing Pan'er, the man who, despite being in the midst of a high fever, was still concerned about her, still cherished her. If she were to push him away now, she would truly have a heart of stone.
"Sisi..."
