"Mom, don't go..."
Ji Weitian had just picked up a towel and approached the bedside when she realized he was talking.
Hearing the word "Mom," she paused momentarily, her eyes widening, nearly smashing the towel onto his face.
Who was he calling 'Mom'?
After a few seconds of stunned silence, she realized he hadn't woken up; it was just sleep talking.
Before she could recover, his lips moved again: "Ji Weitian..."
This time, he was calling her name.
His hands were clenched tightly around the edge of the blanket, as if he were afraid of something.
His forehead was covered in sweat, his complexion still frighteningly red.
Ji Weitian didn't dare hesitate and placed the towel on his forehead.
As soon as she had set it down, Qin Nanyu turned over, causing the towel to fall off.
Ji Weitian picked it up again, reapplied it, and before long, he brushed it off again.
This happened several more times...
