The voice was soft and gentle, carrying a soothing power that brought comfort.
Zhao Yang raised her head in a daze, her blurred vision gradually clearing as Shen Wei's fair, delicate face came into view.
"Sh-Shen Wei…"
Tears instantly spilled from Zhao Yang's eyes as she threw herself into Shen Wei's arms, sobbing. Her bitter, heartbroken tears soaked the front of Shen Wei's robe.
Shen Wei patted her back reassuringly, her tone tender. "It's all over now. There's no need to rush, no need to fear."
Zhao Yang wept for a long time, as though pouring out a lifetime of grievances.
Only when her tears finally subsided did Shen Wei gesture for Yun'er to bring the prepared medicine for cold and fever. Shen Wei carefully fed Zhao Yang spoonful by spoonful with a small porcelain spoon.
After drinking the medicine, Zhao Yang slowly stopped crying. Too restless to sleep, she curled up in the deepest corner of the bed, like a kitten seeking refuge.
