After hanging up the phone, Li Yuan's gaze returned to the bed, staying with her until the break of dawn the next day.
After a night, Huo Yishan's fever hadn't completely subsided.
The morning light trickled in through the glass window, as Li Yuan stood up from the sofa, walked to the window, and gently touched the forehead of the person on the bed; it was still somewhat hot.
His brows furrowed slightly, sensing that this fever might be hard to resolve.
Perhaps due to his touch, the person on the bed stirred slightly and slowly opened her eyes.
Opening her heavy eyelids, Huo Yishan still felt uncomfortable.
"You're awake."
As Li Yuan's voice entered her ears, Huo Yishan was immediately taken aback, quickly turning her head to indeed see his tall figure standing quietly by the side of the bed.
She was stunned for half a second, then looked around the room to confirm it was her Presidential Suite and glanced out the window.
