"I heard it from Jing Feng too; he had suffered from the same symptoms for the past few years and even took medication for a while!"
Qin Mu didn't speak again. Her heart felt as though it had been struck by a small stone, sharp and angular, as if it had wounded the tip of her heart.
Mu Yichen stood outside the door, his tall figure leaning against the cold, hard wall, quietly listening to the conversation inside, yet he felt no urge to enter.
As for the insomnia, it was only because he worried too much about that foolish girl in Paris.
Actually, she was particularly dependent, although she seemed very independent on the surface.
But she was not someone who took good care of herself, and she couldn't even recognize other people's feelings towards her immediately.
She had no idea how much he had worried about her over the years.
"It's 38.7 degrees now!"
Helian Hao glanced at the thermometer she just took out and said, then asked again, "Do you want to drink some water?"
