Ling Hua's calculations were not off, and each day at the same time, she developed a fever again, only it wasn't as dangerously high as the previous days, scorching her head and face.
Xiao Qingyu was startled, "You're actually running a fever?"
During the day, she looked fine and acted like nothing was wrong, but who knew she would start running a fever at night? This cold of hers, it was eerily strange.
Ling Hua explained to her, "Since I was little, whenever I got sick, I've had this habit and problem."
Xiao Qingyu immediately picked up the prepared picture book, sat on the bed, and looked at her, "Does listening to the picture book really work?"
"Yes, it's necessary. Without listening to a picture book, I can only suffer through it, but if I get engrossed in the picture book, the discomfort lessens."
Xiao Qingyu hurriedly opened the picture book, "Then I'll read."
Ling Hua nodded.
