When Lu Lingxiao returned to the infusion area, Lu Youheng was already seated in the chair next to Ye Xi.
His down jacket had been removed and laid aside, his chubby little legs swinging back and forth as he held a small biscuit in his hand, animatedly chatting about something with Ye Xi.
Although Ye Xi also held a piece of peach crisp in her hand, she simply held it without eating.
Even while sick, she gently wiped away the crumbs from Lu Youheng's mouth corners with tenderness.
Lu Youheng was so happy that his eyes disappeared in his laughter, rocking back and forth.
Lu Lingxiao's footsteps halted at the doorway, silently observing the harmonious scene.
...
Two days later, Ye Xi's fever finally subsided, and she looked more lively.
Sang Yun, upon hearing about Ye Xi's situation, called immediately, saying he had asked for leave and was planning to come take care of Ye Xi, but she politely declined.
