632 A Fever

Bai Muchuan's health had always been excellent; he seldom fell sick. To him, a cold was nothing. Even when he was ill, he would not delay his daily work. However, when he was sick, he was sick. Humans were not made of metal. His massive and stressful workload and his cold were racing to take over his body.

Less than a minute had passed before Xiang Wan returned after getting him a cup of water; there, she saw that he was about to doze off at any moment.

Xiang Wan watched him quietly beside the bed.

His feet were still on the floor while he leaned against the headboard. He had dark circles around his eyes and was snoring a little.

Xiang Wan was the only one who could see Bai Muchuan like this.

Before others, he was always full of energy.

"You're so tired, but you're still working so hard!" she mumbled, "You're sick because you didn't rest enough."