"Honey, where are you?"
Gong Tingxuan's cheeks are flushed, continuously rambling nonsense.
Xiao Jiang looked perplexed, "Haven't you not gotten married? Why is there a wife then?"
Han Yi slightly raised her eyebrows, "Quickly give him the medicine, he's feverish and confused."
"Alright!" Xiao Jiang agreed.
Han Yi clenched her teeth, turned around and hurriedly walked out.
In the afternoon, after changing his medication and taking fever reducers, his condition gradually improved.
After Xiao Jiang left, Han Yi silently stayed by his side.
She measured his temperature, finally the fever had gone down, she felt much relieved.
Opening the window, allowing sunlight to spill inside, the room was tranquil.
"Cough..."
Gong Tingxuan made a sound.
Han Yi stood rigidly, motionless.
What if he recognizes her?
It's been five years, he should have forgotten her, right?
