She had already asked for leave in advance for her part-time job at the dessert shop. The moment school ended, Miaomiao hurriedly pulled Ansheng's hand and rushed home.
There was no doubt about it—Ansheng had a fever, and he seemed to be burning up so badly that his head was muddled, yet he had stubbornly insisted on going home first.
Miaomiao bit her lower lip gently, turning her head to glance at Ansheng, whose breathing was somewhat heavy and whose pace had slowed down a lot. Her eyes were filled with worry.
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