Xiao Xiaoang didn't even need Su Xiaomeng's help; he quickly dressed in his clothes and trousers, although he might have worn them a bit messily, he was eager to return.
He was busy dressing, but Xiao Meng felt an indescribable sense of loss and disappointment.
Su Xiaomeng calmed herself slightly and went into the dressing room, where Yin Shixiu was putting on a sweater and trousers...
She grabbed his hand, and the temperature of his palm almost burned her.
"You're still running a high fever..."
She looked at him, her eyes full of heartache, tears welling up uncontrollably...
Yin Shixiu looked at her and sighed gently, this sigh rested between Su Xiaomeng's forehead, even carrying a burning temperature.
"We'll go together, okay?"
Su Xiaomeng sniffled and nodded, "Alright."
