Meanwhile, Fu Xiuyuan watched Gu Nian'an curled up on the bed. Seeing the unnatural flush the high fever had brought to his pale face, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.
Ever since returning from the last concert, the young man had been running a persistent fever.
He had been receiving IV drips on and off for two days, but he still showed no improvement. The doctor was at a loss too and could only tell him to rest and recover.
Lying weakly on the bed, Gu Nian'an noticed the worried gaze of the man beside him and mustered enough energy to force a smile.
"Sir, don't... worry. I'll... be fine... in a little while."
His voice carried an exhaustion and hoarseness he could not hide, and the smile tugging at his lips was particularly fragile.
Yet a gentle light shimmered in his eyes. At that moment, he had no idea how much his appearance made others ache for him.
Seeing Gu Nian'an like this, Fu Xiuyuan gently reached out.
He stroked his forehead, feeling the scorching heat of his fever.
With a helpless sigh, he tenderly kissed the young man's forehead.
"Sweetheart, get some rest. I'll have the doctor come take another look in a while. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."
Two full days of high fever had tormented Gu Nian'an until his consciousness had grown somewhat hazy.
Hearing the man's soothing words, he merely murmured a reply.
Before long, he drifted groggily back to sleep.
Watching the young man curled beneath the covers, Fu Xiuyuan frowned deeply, constantly rubbing the thumb ring in his hand.
His health was simply too poor. If this went on, he really would worry...
Before he could think any further, his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing that the young man who had just