She had always wanted to escape because she did not believe in the expiration date of love. She did not dare to like someone wholeheartedly. But now, how could she escape? When Song Jia appeared in front of her again and again to accompany her, care for her, and help her, a crack had already appeared in her tightly sealed heart.
Lu Zhen had a fever to begin with. The air conditioner in the car was on, and the temperature was not low. She wasn't sure if the burn on her cheek was due to her body or because she was blushing. It was already night when they arrived at the capital by plane. When they arrived at the airport, there was a special chauffeur to pick them up.
When they were about to reach home, Lu Zhen's eyelids were already very heavy. However, she didn't forget to say to Song Jia before she lost consciousness, "Don't let my father know that I'm sick."
"Okay." Song Jia's gentle voice sounded.