Wu Ning's heart was heavy with worry, her face showing concern, "He Shu's condition isn't good. He has been neglecting proper rest because of the exam, and now he has a high fever. Even after taking medicine, he's still quite out of it."
Zhulan sighed. It wasn't just that He Shu hadn't rested, but also the fact that his mental burden of a hidden concern had stretched his nerves taut—once the exams were over, he couldn't suppress it any longer, and all his aggravation flared up. "Visit him more often these next few days."
Wu Ning felt extremely tired. It had been raining these past few days, and she had been worried about He Shu's exams. Now that they were over, He Shu had fallen ill. She felt that if it weren't for a force sustaining her, she would have fallen ill herself, "Auntie, I'm going back to rest for a while."
"Go ahead."
