Qiao Yushi thought she was dreaming about that homeless man. Even if she was dreaming about that guy, it must be because he hurt her and reminded her of those scenes.
He would massage and massage her, and at the same time, he would rub her with alcohol. He did not dare to slack off at all.
When the sky brightened, she finally woke up.
She saw Qiao Yushi sitting by the bed, looking at her with bloodshot eyes.
What was wrong with her? Did she have a fever? Her four limbs were in so much pain that she couldn't even move. Even his nose was burning.
"You're awake? You have a fever! Do you want some water? "I'll get you some water." He smiled and said. His face was filled with pain and gentleness.
He had become the Qiao Yushi who took care of her with all his heart in the past?
Shouldn't she return the favor to him? No! She had a fever. He was the one who poured cold water on her.