Under Bai Haoxue's repeated urging, Ji Hanyu finally closed his eyes and rested against the car seat.
Recalling Ji Hanyu's earlier question, Bai Haoxue fell into her own contemplation and memories.
Those years, she indeed spent them thinking about Ji Hanyu.
This wasn't sugar-coated deception; thinking of him was part of her daily routine—whenever she had a moment of leisure.
Bai Haoxue shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore…
*
The sky gradually began to brighten.
Little Beiting seemed to have had a nightmare, sleeping uneasily. Bai Haoxue patted his back gently, soothing him, and then kissed his forehead.
It was then she suddenly noticed that Little Beiting's forehead was very hot.
Bai Haoxue pressed her forehead against Little Beiting's to check, and indeed, he had a fever, and it was quite severe.
Ji Hanyu leaned over, "Has he caught a cold?"
Bai Haoxue nodded, "His forehead is not just hot, his whole body is burning up."
