Ling Momo woke up to find that it was already broad daylight, and perhaps due to burning a fever all night, her body still felt a bit weak, yet her mind was now completely clear. She lazily turned over and saw the glass and the medicine on the bedside table, immediately furrowing her brow, then remembered that yesterday evening upon waking, Enson seemed to have sent her a WeChat message. She immediately sat up, reached out for her phone, and indeed it was so.
All of a sudden, Ling Momo felt as if she had anticipated something. She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and upon walking into the living room, she saw a bag of food on the table, confirming that someone had indeed been there.
In this world, the only person who knew she was sick was Enson.
In this world, the only person she could think of who would come here was Enson.
It was him...
First, it was her fear of heights, then the understudy not showing up, and now her falling ill...
