Lin Nianhe fell ill suddenly, but recovered quickly.
She slept for most of the day with Su Yuncheng's hand as her pillow, and gradually the fever subsided.
It made one suspect that she had been dragging this illness for a month, waiting for Su Yuncheng to return before it erupted.
Su Yuncheng stayed by her bedside the entire time.
He held the infusion tube with one hand, warming the liquid entering her veins with his body heat, while his other hand was held by her against her cheek.
Lin Nianhe's sleep was not very restful. She would occasionally open her eyes to check if he was still there, smile despite her discomfort, rub his palm a couple of times, then fall back asleep.
Sometimes, if the calluses on his palm scratched her painfully, she would mutter something unclear even to herself, yet still held onto his hand tightly.
Su Yuncheng didn't tell anyone about Lin Nianhe's illness; he stayed with her until she woke up fever-free.
