"You've broken your fever. Rest a bit more, and you'll recover by tomorrow."
A soft sigh fell from above, and Rong Zhi opened her eyes.
She was met with a pair of gentle, affectionate almond eyes, and she paused, "Back already?"
"Hmm," Bai Su lowered his gaze, a mix of tenderness between his brows. His long fingers gently traced the girl's delicate features, drawing softly and lovingly: "Sleep, I'm right here."
Rong Zhi resisted the itch on her brow, nodded weakly, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Bai Su sat by the bed, accompanying her.
Until the next day, when the sun pulled open the night curtain and spread warm sunlight over the sky-blue sheets, like stars dancing.
A phone rang.
Rong Zhi fumbled around the bedside, unable to find it after a long search. A bit of weight pressed on her arm, and the person behind her pulled the blanket over her as the ringing stopped.
"Hello?"
