On the morning of the next day, in the children's ward at Royal Hospital, Niannian was still asleep. Due to the fever, her little face was red, like a cute little apple.
However, after a night of infusion, her fever had completely subsided.
Tang Qingxue stayed by her side all night until her fever went down, then she relaxed, sitting on a small chair, dozing off by the bedside.
A tall figure walked in, bathed in sunlight.
He saw her slightly haggard little face; her beautiful lips seemed a bit pale. His heart ached deeply, and he sighed, taking off his coat. As if afraid to wake her, he gently and tenderly covered her with it.
Tang Qingxue was a light sleeper and was easily awakened, sitting up as the clothes fell away. She quickly grabbed them.
Seeing Yin Hun the Nineteenth, she was very surprised, "Aren't you supposed to be with her..."
