Lu Yuwen looked at her, as if trying hard to recognize who was in front of him. After a moment, he slowly took the bag of medicine from her hand and said hoarsely, "No need, I'll take some medicine and sleep it off, I'll be fine."
Su Man, still worried, followed him inside to support him, her hand brushing against the burning heat under his arm.
She couldn't help but furrow her brows, studying Lu Yuwen's face.
His complexion was unnaturally flushed, even his lips were strikingly bright like blood—mesmerizing yet troubling. But his expression lacked vitality, unlike his usual gentle smile.
Su Man's heart ached deeply, and she asked, "How did you suddenly come down with a fever?"
"Maybe the air conditioner was set too low…" Lu Yuwen responded slowly. "Yesterday afternoon, I took a hot shower, and when I came out of the bathroom, I didn't dry my hair…"
