Cenhuan looked at Lin Jinfang, who had fainted due to a high fever, her eyes filled with worry and guilt.
If it weren't for her, Lin Jinfang wouldn't have been hurt.
Even though that person said they'd arrive soon, she couldn't relax at all.
A chilly wind seeped in through the window, and Cenhuan shivered involuntarily. Earlier, she had covered the window with the plastic sheet left in the small room, but the cold wind still blew in occasionally from outside.
Cenhuan glanced at Lin Jinfang lying on the table and reached out to take off her clothes to cover him.
As she bent down, her eyes caught sight of the wound on Lin Jinfang's back, and when she saw the simply treated wound, a wave of heartache flashed in her eyes.
Jinfang, please don't let anything happen to you...
Cenhuan pressed her forehead against Lin Jinfang's and softly spoke to him.
As soon as her forehead touched Lin Jinfang's, she immediately felt the scorching temperature from his skin.
