Seeing that the other party did not suspect anything, Xia Nuan immediately walked over and quickly reached her son's bedside.
Looking at her son whom she hadn't seen for days, tears nearly fell. She quickly wiped her face, raised her hand, and gently touched the little one's forehead.
"Has he... has he recovered from the fever?"
"It's gone down quite a bit," the nurse replied.
Just then, another nurse peeked in, "Xiaoliu, come help me for a moment."
The nurse stood up, "I'll leave the child with you for now. I'll be back soon."
Xia Nuan nodded softly. As the nurse got up and left the ward, she turned her face back, bent down, and gently pressed her lips to her son's forehead. It felt sweaty, not too warm.
The little one slept deeply and didn't know that the mother he missed so much was right by his side.
