He carried Little Nuomi into the bedroom, carefully laid her down, tucked her in, and watched over her.
At twelve o'clock, the apartment door opened.
Qiao An and Xia Lin returned and saw the bedroom light on,
She pushed the door open, and under the light, Mu Jingxi sat by the bed, holding Little Nuomi's hand. Little Nuomi was already asleep, her cheeks flushed.
Father and daughter, one sitting and one lying down, the scene was very warm.
Mu Jingxi supported his temple with one hand, pretended to nap with closed eyes, and opened his eyes when he heard the sound, "You're back?"
Qiao An didn't speak; she walked straight to the bedside. Mu Jingxi sensibly stood up and made room.
Standing behind her, he explained gently, "Little Nuomi has a high fever, received an IV and medication, and said she missed you. I brought her over to see you."
Qiao An leaned down and touched Little Nuomi's forehead with her own, finding the temperature still high.
