"I'm sorry."
Lu Hualiang felt an immense guilt.
And a heartache.
As dawn approached, Xia Weibao developed a high fever, frightening him into a panic. He hurried to give her an antipyretic injection.
Fortunately, the situation wasn't severe.
After the injection, her temperature gradually dropped.
It wasn't until daylight that she returned to normal, yet her complexion remained pale.
Lu Hualiang stared blankly at her face, pale as paper. Perhaps she was right; his possessiveness was too extreme, practically perverse.
Perhaps, staying by her side only caused her harm...
Xia Weibao woke up in the afternoon.
The room was empty, the heavy curtains drawn, dimming the light.
She gazed at the ceiling in confusion, dazedly recalling last night's events.
Her expression changed several times.
No matter how many years pass, the man's violent nature remains unchanged!
The wounds on her body had been treated with medicine, feeling cool and not very painful, but sore and weak.
