Her gaze swept from the front to the right, and she suddenly froze.
In the single sofa, Ye Yang was leaning back, asleep with his eyes closed.
At that moment, Song Jiaqi felt as if something had struck her heart, a feeling hard to describe spreading within.
There was still a glass of water on the small table beside the bed. She picked it up to take a sip but found that condensation was still on the glass, and the water was warm.
She was startled.
Raising her head again to look at Ye Yang, she was in a daze.
Could it be...
Ye Yang had been taking care of her all night?
No, perhaps he had just fallen asleep a short while ago?
"Knock, knock, knock," a nurse tapped on the door and said, "I'm coming in — oh, Sister Jiaqi, you're awake?"
"Shh..." Song Jiaqi gestured at her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
The nurse nodded and walked over to her quietly, saying, "Ye Yang took care of you all night. Let's take your temperature... well, the fever's gone."
"I had a fever?"
