"I'll go take a look."
Song Weiwei hurriedly nodded. This was Song Yaoyao's former home, so she did not need Song Weiwei to lead the way. She knew which room Song Wenchuan was staying in.
"Give it to me. You guys wait outside."
Song Yaoyao stretched out her hand. Huo Si immediately handed the medicine box respectfully to her. When the door closed, he stood guard outside like a guardian, not allowing anyone to come near.
Song Weiwei looked at the fierce-looking Huo Si and tactfully retreated to the side.
Song Yaoyao thought that Song Wenchuan only had a simple fever, but after seeing him with her own eyes, she realized that rather than saying that he was sick, it was more like he had fallen into a trance.
One moment he called her name, the next he called her Song Jingwan.
His voice was hoarse, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. His pillow was wet from the tears.
