Such kinds of gifts

Soaking the cotton towel in the water, Zhu Rui squeezed it. When water was drenched out from it, she put it over Zhao's forehead who was already fallen to sleep. She continued doing that till an hour. Putting the soaked towel inside the bowl, Zhu Rui turned to Zhao and grabbed his one hand in hers.

She kept caressing it while looking at Zhao's pale face. "Why are you suffering alone again? What must I do to make you happy?" Zhu Rui mumbled.

She kept staring at him and ended up dozing off on the chair. An hour later, her sleep broke and she checked Zhao's temperature. "Goodness, it dropped," Zhu Rui told herself, looking at the thermometer. She stood up from the chair and went to the kitchen with the bowl in her hand.

In the kitchen, she saw Xiao Long had set everything already. He was just doing dusting when he saw Zhu Rui there. "How is Zhao? Is his fever dropped?" Xiao Long asked Zhu Rui.