Che's eyes darkened involuntarily, his expression slightly distressed. Sister Hua watched his changing facial expressions with a mix of confusion and concern. She thought everything had just been fine, but suddenly everything seemed deflated.
She looked at him with worry in her eyes, "Young master, are you, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Che seemed lost in thought, his eyes slightly unfocused, before he shook his head after a while, "I'm fine."
Sister Hua couldn't relax, and continued, "Young master, you have no idea how scared Madam was when you fell ill. You've always been healthy since you were young, and then you suddenly became so severely ill this time. You had a high fever for several days that wouldn't subside. Madam almost insisted on staying by your side throughout."
Che's brows and eyes twitched, his voice still very hoarse, "Is mother alright?"
