He Jingyao's fever spiked to 39 degrees.
As Zhixi looked at the number on the thermometer and then at the man lying in bed, her heart was filled with a mix of emotions.
He was so ill, and yet his first instinct was to be by her side, fearing that she would suffer the slightest harm or grievance.
Zhixi felt a slight sting in her nose. She leaned down and gently kissed the man's burning forehead, then placed a cold, wet towel over it.
Xiaobao was lying on the other side of the bed, his worried little face all scrunched up: "Mommy, will Daddy die...?"
"Of course not," Zhixi said with a light laugh, picking up the little one from the bed, "Xiaobao, you shouldn't talk about dying so casually."
Xiaobao's eyes rounded, and he quickly covered his mouth.
"Could you wait outside for a bit? I'll call you when Daddy wakes up," Zhixi patted his head, "Mommy is here to take care of Daddy, that's enough."
Xiaobao obediently nodded his head.
Zhixi went out and handed Xiaobao to Li Bo.
