Bao Ye gulped down more than half a bottle of alcohol, only then did the agitation in his heart calm down.
Putting down the bottle, he staggered toward the stairs; having drunk quite heavily, he held onto the railing.
Upon reaching the upper floor, the bedroom was lit only by a night lamp.
In the dim, yellowish light, he approached the large bed. Perhaps due to the medication, her furrowed brows had relaxed.
The glow bathed her fair, pure face, and Bao Ye's vision blurred. She seemed to him like a peacefully sleeping princess.
Her cheeks were still a rosy hue. Bao Ye stared at her face, his eyes filled with complexity.
He raised his hand to feel her forehead; it was still very hot.
The fever hadn't subsided.
Sitting beside the bed, her slender hand hung by the side. Bao Ye's dark eyes shimmered as he gently held it.
Then intertwined their fingers.
At this moment, he felt a bit depressed.
