She didn't want to get sick. Being ill was so unbearable; it hit her like a sudden landslide.
Tears began to fall, one by one. Gu Shaocheng's heart clenched tight as he watched her - suddenly filled with regret. Why did he frighten her? Now he had really scared her silly. All, this was not a big deal, turning a blind eye would have done the trick!
He felt deep self-reproach, but regret was a tongue that had no working cure. Chenxing continued to have an on-again-off-again high fever for four whole days. He never left her side, staying watchful with her until the fifth day when her fever finally steadied.
Still afraid to lower his guard, he waited a whole day to make sure her high fever wouldn't return, then held her in his arms, cherishing her intently. "Do you still feel sick?"
She shook her head.