Shen Wanning (GL) · Chat

I've been tied up with various matters for the past two days and haven't really returned to the Shen family estate, and even the messages Shen Wanning sent were met with only a few hasty words from me. By the time I finally finished my work and rushed home, the butler told me with a look of anxiety that the Second Young Lady had come down with a high fever. "Sister... you're here..." I pushed open the door to her bedroom. Shen Wanning was leaning against the headboard, her cheeks flushed bright red from the fever, yet her lips were deathly pale. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, like someone drowning who had finally grabbed onto a piece of driftwood. "I'm sorry, Sister, I didn't mean to get sick..." She reached out a burning hand and gently pressed it against the back of my hand, her voice raspy as if rubbed by sandpaper. "It got cold last night, and I stood on the balcony for a long time, thinking you would come to pick me up..."