She covered him up with his silk sheets before going into the bathroom to run a towel under cold water. She twisted it dry and placed it over his burning forehead.
The touch of the cold fabric made his brows, which were locked, slightly relax, and the moaning that escaped from his mouth slowly decreased.
Song Qingchun sighed deeply as she pulled a chair over to his bedside and sat down. She stared at his blanched face and mumbled in a low voice, "I'm telling you now, I'm not being clingy or whatever you want to call it. I just cannot allow you to die on the streets; I would help a stranger if I found him or her in your condition. Furthermore, you had done so much for Song Empire."
Speaking of Song Empire, Song Qingchun was reminded of what Zheng Hao had told her, of the one hundred million investment he had put into Song Empire. She couldn't help but mock the sleeping man before her. "I'd say, you're one weird individual. How can you be so nice and so horrible when you want to be?
