The next morning, a ray of sunlight shone on Xue Rui's face.
Xue Rui yawned. He vaguely remembered having a fever last night.
In his fragmented memories, it seemed Lin Ruoxi had been taking care of him.
'I wonder if it was real...'
He pushed himself up and saw a glass of water on the table, along with a packet of children's ibuprofen granules that had been cut open...
Xue Rui was sure it was real.
Seeing the sun outside the window, Xue Rui's heart sank.
'The sun is that high? It must be at least eight or nine in the morning. Did I miss class?'
'And Lin Ruoxi didn't wake me?'
"Lin Ruoxi?" Xue Rui looked up and saw her sitting in front of the computer.
"Oh, I'll go heat up the food," Lin Ruoxi mumbled.
"Did we both skip class?" Xue Rui asked.
"When I was delivering meals to our classmates this morning, I asked for a leave of absence for you, too. Director Wang said it was fine," Lin Ruoxi said in a low voice.
