The two maids thought Feng Ling was fast asleep, so they didn't stay in the room. Before leaving, they checked her temperature again. After confirming that it was normal and she no longer had a fever, they quietly left.
Feng Ling opened her eyes, looking at the magnificent crystal chandelier and the spotless white ceiling above, listening to the patter of the rain outside the window, which was gradually getting heavier.
She didn't know how long the rain had been falling. Feng Ling closed her eyes but couldn't fall asleep.
Of course, she wasn't worried about the person outside.
Li Nanheng had a very strong constitution. A little freezing rain wouldn't make him catch a cold or be on the verge of death. She had nothing to worry about.
Even her own current physical condition was due to stomach bleeding, not eating for several days, and being caught in the rain. All these factors combined had brought her down; otherwise, she wouldn't have suddenly become s...
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