If only he stayed sick forever, then maybe she wouldn't leave.
An hour and a half later, when Xingyu pushed open the door to Wei Lingbai’s room again, she found that his fever had worsened. His thin lips were pale, his face flushed with a sickly, distinct redness, and his damp, fragmented hair clung to his forehead. She could feel waves of heat radiating from him before she even got close.
"Why isn't it getting better? The fever reducer shouldn't be expired," Xingyu muttered, frowning as she stared at Wei Lingbai, who was tossing and turning in an uneasy, feverish sleep.
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