Liu Xiue wrapped Zhao Meimei tightly in the thick hospital quilt. Zhao Meimei lay half-dead on the bed, her whole body aching, throat burning. When she felt really uncomfortable, she let out a couple of groans.
Half-awake, she heard some noise, as if someone had come to see her. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she was too lazy to move. She shrank further into the quilt, silently swallowing to try to ease the burning sensation in her throat.
"Meimei, get up and have some water, or your throat will be too dry."
Zhao Meimei suddenly heard her Brother Yangyang's voice and thought she was hallucinating.
"Meimei, are you asleep?"
Zhao Meimei squinted her eyes and peeked from the quilt, immediately meeting the concerned gaze of her Brother Yangyang.
Zhao Meimei called out hoarsely, "Brother Yangyang."
Shi Yang sat down by the bed, slid his arm under her neck, and held her head up, leaning her against his chest. "Here, have some water to soothe your throat."
