“Your voice has changed, how can it be nothing? Do you have a fever?” She lived alone, and being sick inevitably made people worry.
“Mm.” She glanced back at the thermometer and answered.
“How high is the fever?”
“39 degrees!” Her head was dizzy, and she wasn’t sure exactly.
“Such a high fever?” Xia Erxi was shocked, “You still say it’s nothing. If the fever continues, you’ll become stupid.”
“I’ll go to the clinic in front, have some medicine and I’ll be fine.”
“Let me take you there! Rest first, I’ll be there later.” “You’re coming over?” No matter how independent, when feeling sick, one always feels especially vulnerable: a warm current flowed through Xinluo’s heart. “If I don’t go, I’m afraid you might colla
The car slowly stopped. Gao Yizhe looked worriedly at Xinluo’s rented apartment on the third floor. He knew he shouldn’t have come, but he couldn’t help but be concerned.
Hesitating at the door for a while, he finally pressed the doorbell. As her supervisor, bringing a basket of fruit to check on her shouldn’t be too strange, right? The doorbell rang for a long time with no response. Gao Yizhe glanced up at Xinluo’s unlit apartment and suddenly felt uneasy.
“Something might have happened,” he muttered to himself. “Why hasn’t she responded for so long?” Just then, someone walked out of the building. Gao Yizhe took the opportunity to run up the stairs in three quick steps. “Xinluo! Xinluo!”
