It wasn't until noon the next day that Chi Zaozao's high fever had almost subsided, and she finally woke up.
Her entire little face was a ruddy red, as if smeared with rouge.
That was a symptom of the high fever.
She didn't expect to find Ye Que sitting by the bed, kissing her small hand that he held to his lips.
Seeing her awake, his brows furrowed in concern, and he quickly asked, "You're awake? What would you like to eat? I'll have Aunt Yun cook it."
Chi Zaozao looked at him, at that face which never showed emotion, but today, displayed an unusual, insincere concern for her.
Chi Zaozao, disdainful, pulled back her hand and turned away from him.
Her memory wasn't so poor that she'd forget who had put her in this state.
No matter how much she liked him, she had her dignity, her limits.
She still remembered, when she fainted in the rain, he stood atop the comprehensive building just watching her, indifferent.
