Gu Qingxin's condition is now uncertain, he must take care of her at all times.
Yet, who could possibly sleep under these circumstances?
Everyone refused to leave, standing, sitting, crouching.
Bai Jingqing saw this and didn't force them anymore. He knew that even if he did make them go back to their rooms, no one would be able to sleep.
Beiming Han put Gu Qingxin down, wanting to make her sleep more comfortably. He held her hand tightly, lying beside her, his eyes fixed on her profile.
In the middle of the night, Gu Qingxin indeed had a fever. Beiming Han felt it immediately and quickly called Bai Jingqing, causing the people outside to become extremely anxious.
When Beiming Han called Bai Jingqing to come in, Gu Qingxin still had a low fever, but within just a few minutes, her fever shot up.
Her face flushed red from the fever, and her usually moist lips became like withered petals, losing all their moisture, accompanied by anxious murmurs.
