Nangong Xun grunted and moved aside slightly, bending down to touch Ruanruan's forehead. It was still very hot, and her little face was flushed red, a clear sign of her suffering.
Seeing Ruanruan like this tugged at his heart, causing him a twinge of pain.
"Uncle, I'll take care of Ruanruan. You haven't had a proper sleep in two days. Go and rest for a while. Otherwise, Ruanruan might worry if she wakes up and see you like this."
Nangong Xun's eyes were full of bloodshot veins, his curly hair a mess, and with dark circles under his eyes, he looked exhausted.
Nangong Xun stubbornly insisted, "I want to stay with Ruanruan."
"Dad."
Ruanruan's feeble voice came through, and Nangong Xun immediately went forward to grasp her tiny hand, gazing at her eagerly.
"I'm here."
"Dad, go and rest. When you wake up, Ruanruan will be better. Go sleep for a bit, okay? I'm back now, I won't get lost."
Because she was sick, her voice was very soft, and she spoke slower than usual.