It was a well known fact in the household that it wasn't common for Qin Mo to fall sick.
Qin Mo hated getting a fever because whenever he had a fever, many buried memories would resurface.
Although it had been a while since her young master last had a fever, Madam Zhang could still remember it clearly.
At that time, his hand had been wounded an his expression unforgettable.
He had laid there as though someone had just pulled him out from the waters, his eyes soulless.
He had worn Supreme Alliance's battle uniform and had originally planned to participate in the National League.
No one knew what had happened.
The entire courtyard had been startled.
Someone from the crime squad had been keeping apologizing to Madam, explaining that they had never expected such an outcome.
The only thing they had been certain of was that he had jumped down to save someone.
The illness had persisted for three whole days.
