Jian Ci had heard from Jian Wei that Yu Xi was suffering from fatigue, muscle pain, and a persistent headache. It wasn't life-threatening, but it was enough to make him worry. So he gathered everything he could. He took nutrient packs, pain relief pills and muscle cream, and brought them to Yu Xi's room.
When he entered, Yu Xi slowly pulled the covers down, revealing his flushed face and tired eyes. He looked at Jian Ci, and something in his expression faltered. Yu Xi hadn't been cared for like this since his mother died.
He had long stopped expecting anyone outside of his brother to show concern. Yet here was Jian Ci, standing at his bedside, looking genuinely worried.
"Can you sit up?" Jian Ci asked gently. "Let me help you."
