An Ziqi's mental state worsened day by day.
Xiao Yimo ran over every day to accompany her, trying to cheer her up, but it was all in vain.
Nuoyan felt bad seeing her like this, and even the smile had vanished from the little face of Qian'ai.
Under immense mental pressure and torment, a month later, An Ziqi finally fell completely ill.
Xiao Moli woke up in the morning to find An Ziqi still sleeping.
She hadn't slept well these days; last night she was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night and only fell asleep when it was almost morning.
Looking at her pale cheeks and the dark circles under her eyes, Xiao Moli lowered his head and tenderly kissed her eyelids.
He originally wanted to stay home with her, but Huanyu was ridiculously busy lately, and there were matters concerning the Delaney Family to attend to—he simply didn't have the time.
So he had to quietly get up without waking her.
