Norris Moore developed a fever in the wee hours of the night.
By the time Trenton Smith discovered it, she was already burning up and even started talking nonsense.
He fed her some medicine, and after realizing the fever wouldn't subside, he called Philip Shaw.
Philip Shaw was a true friend, not only rushing over in the dead of night but also bringing a doctor with him.
In the deep of the night, the chill air was like water.
On the windswept balcony, a man leaned against the railing. He was wearing only a black bathrobe, with a burning cigarette between his fingers. He didn't take a puff, and the fine ash slowly scattered with the evening breeze.
"She's already on an IV." Philip Shaw emerged from the room, glancing at the man's melancholic expression, half-jokingly trying to lighten the mood, "You drew blood from her. Since when did you become so brutal, Trenton Smith?"
Trenton Smith shot him a cold glance.
