In her sleep, she was always frowning tightly, cold sweat incessantly forming on her forehead, soaking her hair.
It was with difficulty that dawn arrived, and when she opened her eyes and woke up, she felt even more tired and burdened than before she had gone to sleep.
Only she occupied the bed—Tang Yuchen must have gone to the company early.
Suddenly thinking of An Xin, she hastily freshened up and went downstairs, pushing the door open to enter her room.
An Xin was already awake; perhaps she hadn’t slept all night. At this moment, her face was pale, with dark circles under her eyes, and she looked much more haggard.
She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes empty as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
An Ruo sat down by her side, taking her hand and managing a slight smile, "Sister, get up and eat something. Have some food, and then you can continue to rest."
An Xin shook her head: "I don’t want to eat. I can’t eat."
"But how can you not eat anything?"
Ignoring the question, she propped herself up and said, "I’ve troubled you all night; I should go back now."
An Xin spoke weakly, her body swaying. Seeing her so worn out, how could An Ruo feel at ease letting her go home?
She pressed down on her shoulder, preventing her from getting out of bed, "How can you explain this state to your family if you go back ? Stay here for a few days. When you’re feeling better, I’ll take you home."
An Xin just shook her head, pulling away from her grasp, insisting on getting up.
As soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and collapsed back onto the bed.
"Sister, what’s wrong with you?!" An Ruo got a fright and hurriedly asked the servant to call a doctor.
The doctor arrived quickly. After examining An Xin, he said she was running a high fever, but there would be no issue once the fever subsided. After giving An Xin an IV and prescribing some medicine, the doctor left.
An Ruo stayed by her side, her heart couldn’t help but be filled with lament seeing her haggard appearance.
Even though their relationship wasn’t very good, An Xin was still her cousin, they shared blood ties, and it was she who had saved her yesterday.
So no matter what, she had to take good care of her and help her recover quickly.
An Ruo, keeping vigil by An Xin’s side, had no desire to eat, but after much persuasion from Uncle Tao, she reluctantly ate half a bowl.
When An Xin awoke, she saw An Ruo sitting at the bedside, working on some drawing.
She opened her mouth and spoke hoarsely, "Water..."
"I’ll get it for you right away." An Ruo, seeing she was awake, quickly put down her sketchbook and went to pour her water.
An Xin propped herself up and glanced at the drawing, her expression changing slightly.
She snatched the sketchbook, staring intensely at the portrait of a man, her eyes revealing an uncertain emotion.
As An Ruo brought the water over, she said, "Sister, once I’ve finished drawing their faces, I’ll hand them over to the police. Don’t worry, none of the people who hurt you will get away!"
An Xin raised her eyes to look at her, only then remembering that An Ruo studied fine arts, specifically portraiture.
Drawing a person’s face was a breeze for her.
Suddenly, she tore the paper out forcefully, shredding it to pieces.
Throwing the scraps over An Ruo, she shouted at her angrily, "An Ruo, what do you mean by this! Didn’t you promise me yesterday that you wouldn’t tell anyone? Are you trying to ruin me?"
An Ruo was taken aback, her face full of confusion, "I... I didn’t... I just want to catch them, to have them punished."
"How can you say you didn’t! If they’re caught, the whole world will know about what happened to me. Do you want me to die?!"