Just feel, just feel...
Sigh.
We absolutely cannot let Father know.
If Father finds out, he will surely behead Guard Lin.
Guard Lin is just trying to keep Mother warm; it's normal for someone with a fever to feel cold.
That's all it is.
An Youyou played on the ground with a small stick, continuously brainwashing herself.
Lin Zichan's attention was entirely focused on An Ning at that moment; he couldn't comfort the slightly hurt An Youyou.
He could feel An Ning's burning hand on his skin...
Lin Zichan's Adam's apple moved.
His whole body stiffened.
No one knew how much time had passed.
An Ning started to sweat.
Fine sweat in her palms covered his skin, leaving sweat stains.
"Xiao Jinxing..." An Ning began to murmur again.
Lin Zichan didn't hear clearly.
He frowned slightly, "What do you want?"
An Ning mumbled again.
An Youyou heard An Ning speak and quickly turned around, her little ear close to An Ning's mouth.
"Xiao Jinxing..."
