At dawn, Madam Shangguan, who had kept vigil by Shangguan Yu's bedside all night, rested her head on the bed for a brief repose.
Soon, the door to the hospital room was opened, and a nurse walked in. Having just fallen asleep, Madam Shangguan immediately sat up at the sound.
Seeing it was the nurse, she remained awake and waited for the nurse to take Shangguan Yu's temperature.
"The fever is back, thirty-eight point three degrees, four-tenths higher than forty-five minutes ago," said the nurse.
Hearing this, Madam Shangguan could do nothing but feel anxious and heartbroken.
After the nurse left, the hospital room returned to silence.
"Yaoyao...
"Yaoyao..."
Shangguan Yu, still in a coma and repeatedly feverish, murmured once more.
All through the night, she had lost count of how many times he'd murmured that name.
Watching her unconscious son continuously whisper Gu Yao's name, Madam Shangguan felt an indescribable ache in her heart.
