A nurse walked in to take Meng Zichen's temperature. After a brief chat with Meng Xi'er, Mo Sinian ended the call.
Looking at the dimmed cellphone screen, Meng Xi'er leaned against the bed, her eyes tiredly closed.
Her body felt drained, her head pounded, and her consciousness dimmed significantly.
Her health had never been great, and last night's exertion by Lu Yebai had probably triggered a sickness in her.
Laying alone in bed, she suddenly felt aggrieved and desolate, unable to comprehend why life was so unfair to her, not even allowing her a moment's respite.
She fell asleep in a daze. When she woke again, it was already dark.
Feeling a few people around her, Meng Xi'er strained to open her eyes. All she saw was Lu Yebai's icy gaze. She sensed him calling her name, his hand touching her cheek and forehead. Yet his voice sounded muffled and distant, as if separated by water. Despite her struggles, she couldn't hear him clearly.
