"Cough, cough..."
Little Huo Tianqing lay on the bed, his eyes slightly closed.
The high fever made him somewhat delirious, and he breathed lightly.
Being so young, even the sound of his cough was very low and soft.
"Ah Qing, do you feel a bit better?"
Right beside his bed, Huo Siyu sat on the edge.
Equally young, he had been watching over Tianqing for most of the night, and he appeared extremely tired.
"I still feel awful, the pills don't taste good at all, I don't want to eat them anymore."
Tianqing said, his eyes not even open, murmuring vaguely.
It seemed like a whine, yet also like a complaint.
"Be good, Ah Qing, the medicine isn't bitter, I'll eat it with you," Huo Siyu coaxed him, his childish voice milk-teeth clear, yet his expression earnest.
"Really? Brother, are you really going to eat the medicine with me?" Tianqing opened his eyes, "But... you're not sick."
"Then I can still eat it with you," Huo Siyu insisted.
