Despite some trees outside beginning to bud, the temperature in Jiangling was still low. Qi Cheng persisted for two more days, but his cold worsened. He still didn't seem to have any intention of giving up.
It was only when the boss saw that he was sick, fearing he might infect others, that he sent him home to rest.
Ji Yunhuan was anxious at home. She told him every day not to go, but he always had a reason and insisted on going to work.
She knew he was worried that the family's money would soon run out.
She wanted to find a job, but with a child, she didn't know what to do.
Every month, the heating, electricity bills, food, clothing, all required money.
She had just put the child to sleep and was cleaning the house when Qi Cheng returned.
He still held the design drawings he usually drew.
Seeing her, she was delighted, "You're back."
He sat down and coughed twice, "The boss gave me a few days off."
Because he had been sick for several days, his voice was a bit hoarse.
