Li Yanan looked down and saw that the tearful and exhausted Lin Zhenxin had fallen asleep again in his arms.
He gently placed her on the bed.
Li Yanan forced himself to control his emotions.
His usually calm and composed face was now filled with fear, and even the large hand holding Lin Zhenxin's trembled slightly.
Raising Lin Zhenxin's hand to his lips, Li Yanan gently kissed each of her fingers.
Perhaps due to nerves, Lin Zhenxin had gripped the gun too tightly, even when unconscious...
She still held on tightly, refusing to let go!
There was already a ring of bruises on her fingers...
By evening, the sleeping Lin Zhenxin suddenly developed a high fever.
Her temperature was very high; after measuring it with a thermometer, it was nearly forty degrees.
She felt very uncomfortable from the heat, with tears constantly slipping from the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillow.
"Yannan… Yannan… Li Yanan…"
