The man's tightly closed eyes were already beginning to ripple with a faint mist, filled with emotions of a love that had endured for so many years. Just how deep were these feelings... Even the corners of his mouth began to lift slightly, forming a bittersweet smile of profound affection. "Brother Jingchen, your fever is still very high. Let me put on a fever patch for you, okay? Be good and don't move!" After staying in the room for a while, the ward remained quiet. The little woman gradually calmed down as well. She took out a cooling patch, extended her soft, delicate hand, stood up, bent her body into an arc, and gently placed the cooling patch on the man's forehead.
The sweet scent from the little woman's body made the man's breath come to an abrupt halt—his throat even refused to swallow!
