He Zhichu blinked at Gu Nianzhi's reply, his slender fingers idly tapping the screen of his phone. He turned his phone off and went to sleep.
...
"Class Rep, the school said we can have the next two weeks off. Want me to send you home?" Strongman bent over Mei Xiawen's bed and shook him.
Mei Xiawen had not been held hostage during the graduation trip, but it had been a terrifying and exhausting ordeal all the same. It had been too much for his body to take, and he had become feverish as soon as he was back on campus.
He had escorted Gu Nianzhi back to her dormitory, pretending he was perfectly fine the entire way, only to collapse the moment he was back in his own dorm room.
Strongman hurriedly poured him a glass of warm water. He also gave him some medicine for his fever.
