Xia Wan'an listened in a daze, totally not understanding the underlying meaning in Han Jingnian's words.
"There won't be any trouble for you"? Who is this "you" he's talking about?
And who did "he" harm? As for the last phrase, "I'm sorry, I owe you my life"... Who is this "you"?
Amid Xia Wan'an's bewilderment, she noticed that it was about time for him to take his fever-reducing medicine again, so she fed him another pill.
Too exhausted to stay awake, her head kept drooping as she drifted between consciousness and sleep. She reached out a hand to feel his forehead, and upon confirming his normal temperature, she finally fell asleep, relieved.
...
Driven by his biological clock, Han Jingnian woke up promptly at seven in the morning when the sun's rays shot through the window.
A heavy hangover combined with a high fever made his head throb painfully. He vigorously massaged his temples a few times, and when the pain slightly subsided, he looked around.
