The car whizzed away, and as Suxin finished her call and looked up toward the street outside, Chen Ziqian's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Tonight, Chen Ziqian hadn't come back again. Suxin stood on the balcony, looking outside and couldn't help but mock herself. Like a young master of his caliber, how could he only have one nest? Was she still foolishly hoping for his return?
"Achoo!" Another sneeze. Even with an extra layer of clothing, she couldn't stop the chill.
It seemed she really had caught a cold. Suxin didn't have a habit of taking medicine, feeling a bit groggy, she thought sleeping it off would be enough, so she just drank some plain water and went to bed.
But when she got up the next morning, she realized it was serious. Not only had the cold not improved, but she also seemed to have a fever, and her head was spinning terribly.
