Gu Nanqiao was worried all the way, her eyes focused intently on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror to check behind.
Huo Jingting lay semi-reclined with his eyes closed, looking peaceful.
She felt uncomfortable, so much so that it was beyond words.
After returning home, she helped him upstairs, and a servant quickly came over to lend a hand.
Once in the bedroom, Gu Nanqiao had Huo Jingting lie down, and as she turned to leave, he grabbed her hand, "I'm fine."
The servant standing by saw that he seemed seriously ill, "Should we go to the hospital?"
Gu Nanqiao looked at him and hesitated for a few seconds, "No need."
The servant didn't say much more; they had already given their advice, then turned to leave and closed the bedroom door.
Gu Nanqiao sat by the bed and touched his forehead. Thankfully, it was no longer hot.
She leaned against his chest and let out a long sigh, "You scared me to death."
