That night, Chen Xingyan was immersed in her own thoughts.
Every time she closed her eyes, she would think about the way she was insulted earlier by the group of men. She tried her best to resist seeking Annie for revenge and it tormented her. As a result, she broke out in a fever in the middle of the night.
An Zihao didn't find out that she wasn't well until early in the morning when he remembered that she hadn't eaten all day and was worried that she was hungry. Upon entering the room, he grabbed her wrist and realized that he had been wrong.
Chen Xingyan was already convulsing from a serious fever.
"Let me take you to the hospital," An Zihao stretched out his arms to carry Chen Xingyan, but Chen Xingyan resisted.
"I don't need to go."
"It's not the right time for you to be stubborn," An Zihao said as he pressed down on her feverish body. "You are currently having a fever, you need medical help."
