Upon reaching the doorstep, Fu Yanlin pressed the doorbell.
He had premeditated an excuse - he went downstairs to buy cigarettes, the journey just took a little longer than expected.
However, Wen Sheng did not answer the door for a long while.
Just when Fu Yanlin was becoming impatient and about to press the bell again, the door cracked open slightly, allowing some light to escape. Wen Sheng peeped out, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her face deadly pale, and drenched in sweat.
Fu Yanlin pushed the door open and steadied her, "What's wrong?"
Wen Sheng clutched onto his arm and whimpered, "My stomach hurts..."
Fu Yanlin immediately swept Wen Sheng into his arms and returned her to the bed. He brushed aside her sweat-soaked hair, noted her pallid face, and asked solemnly, "Can you hold on a bit longer? I'll take you to the hospital."
With drooping eyelashes, Wen Sheng nodded her head.
