He Juan walked into the room and settled on the bedside. "Yes, I'm here. How are you feeling?"
He reached out a hand to measure the boy's forehead, only to frown when he sensed the scalding temperature. Did he also have such a high fever when he manifested? He Juan tried to recall the past, but it had been so long ago that all he could remember were blurred, fragmented images.
"Uncomfortable…" Mu Yuze murmured, his eyelids fluttering shut as he leaned into He Juan's touch. "Gege's hand is cold… feels good…"
He Juan knew it was not the right time or place, but he still could not help but tease the boy, "You're not pushing me away anymore?" His lips hooked into a helpless smile.
