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"Okay." Xicheng responded from across the bed.
Afraid to disturb the child, Xia Nuan didn't say anymore. She just gently held her son's small hand while her other arm rested lightly on the bed, her head leaning on it as she watched her son's little face.
In the past two days, with the child not by her side, she could hardly sleep through the night, trying not to look at him, yet enduring constant torment every moment.
Now she could finally hold his small hand, and her heart was much more settled. As the night deepened, drowsiness gradually took over, and she fell asleep without realizing it.
Opposite her, Xicheng glanced at his watch — it had been more than an hour since the last temperature check.
Not seeing any movement from Xia Nuan, he carefully stood up, noticing that she had unknowingly closed her eyes, still holding the child's small hand; it looked as if she had fallen asleep holding it.
