But in the second half of the night, Fu Hengyi still developed a high fever. Shen Qinglan, who had been watching over him, immediately noticed and pressed her face to his forehead. Feeling his abnormally high temperature, she panicked.
"Fu Hengyi, can you hear me talking? Don't sleep."
Fu Hengyi opened his eyes and said with a faint smile, "I had just fallen asleep when you woke me."
"Fu Hengyi, don't sleep. I'll be scared if you do," Shen Qinglan said softly.
"You get scared?"
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Yes, I'm scared. Fu Hengyi, I've never been afraid of death, but I'm scared of seeing my loved ones die. Since I was young, I've experienced too much pain, many dark memories. Happiness has always been a luxury for me, something I never dared to hope for."
