Jiang Nan's tall figure leaned against the door frame, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
...
An Xuan was indeed having a fever.
The high fever persisted, repeatedly.
After the doctor's diagnosis, he said it was a problem with her constitution, too weak, causing the recurring high fever.
The doctor and servants were constantly by her side, Mu Yanli was also by her side, Mu Jingnan went to find Situ Yunshu, for however long he was gone, Mu Yanli waited.
Watching eagerly, frequently running to the floor-to-ceiling window to see if Mu Jingnan had returned.
"Young Master Yanli, come and sit for a while, you've been standing for a long time."
The servant's words of advice fell on deaf ears, Mu Yanli shook his head, stubbornly standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in wait.
When Mu Jingnan returned, he did not immediately notify Mu Yanli.
Instead, he had the doctor come over to stitch up his wound.
The wound had opened up again, looking particularly terrifying.
