"What?!" Hearing this, Lin Yuxuan abruptly stood up from his seat. His movement was so rushed that he nearly knocked over the wine cup beside him. He hurriedly reached out to feel her forehead. "Why are you running a fever? Did you catch a cold?"
Wen Shiqing belatedly raised a hand to touch her own forehead. The skin her fingertips brushed against indeed carried a trace of abnormal warmth.
Lately, there had simply been too much on her mind, and she had been overthinking everything. Even in her dreams, she found herself pondering which path she ought to take. Her immune system must have dropped its guard.
Chapter 81