Little Ningning seemed to be asleep, yet she was moving her lips restlessly with unease, as if whispering something.
"Don't be afraid, Ningning, don't be afraid, mommy is here..."
Qin Juan kept comforting her.
At this moment, the light in the opposite room turned on, and Wang Tianxue, draped in clothing, came over and asked in a low voice, "How is it now? Any better?"
Qin Juan shook her head, and tucked Ningning in again.
Wang Tianxue stepped forward and touched Ningning's forehead, frowning, "It shouldn't be like this. She's been on fever medicine for so long, but the fever hasn't subsided at all."
Ningning looked listless since this afternoon.
Qin Juan didn't take it too seriously, as it's common for children to be sometimes moody. It was only when she was about to take Ningning home after finishing work at the Bun Shop that she realized Little Ningning had a low fever.
When they got home, she gave her fever medicine, hoping a good sleep would do the job.
