The room was silent.
Outside, the snowflakes were still dancing, turning all of Ning City into a winter wonderland.
Su Ningyan finally fell asleep in the late night.
Zhuo Junyue faintly felt the virus in his body flare up again, thankfully the little one finally fell asleep.
He managed to stumble to the bathroom and hurriedly took two pills.
These pills could only slow the progression of the poison.
However, the virus inside his body continued to spread.
Each attack was excruciatingly painful.
Zhuo Junyue gripped the handrail tightly, trying to maintain consciousness.
Each flare-up felt like a brush with death.
Half an hour later, Zhuo Junyue finally persevered.
He slumped against the edge of the bathtub, panting heavily, like a fish stranded in the desert.
Drops of sweat rolled down from his forehead, trickling down his chin.
The news would break tomorrow.
He wondered how upset the little one would be.