Addicted to My Cutie and Sweetie

Chapter 665 Mom, don’t go...

"Mom, don’t go..."

Ji Weitian had just picked up a towel and approached the bedside when she realized he was talking.

Hearing the word "Mom," she paused momentarily, her eyes widening, nearly smashing the towel onto his face.

Who was he calling ’Mom’?

After a few seconds of stunned silence, she realized he hadn’t woken up; it was just sleep talking.

Before she could recover, his lips moved again: "Ji Weitian..."

This time, he was calling her name.

His hands were clenched tightly around the edge of the blanket, as if he were afraid of something.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his complexion still frighteningly red.

Ji Weitian didn’t dare hesitate and placed the towel on his forehead.

As soon as she had set it down, Qin Nanyu turned over, causing the towel to fall off.

Ji Weitian picked it up again, reapplied it, and before long, he brushed it off again.

This happened several more times...

Eventually, she couldn’t stand it anymore: "Can you stop moving? If you don’t stay still, believe it or not, I’ll hit you!"

And then, he actually stayed still.

Curled up into a ball, like a child without security, his eyelids continuously trembling.

It seemed very uncomfortable.

With a fever like that, confusion was inevitable, and discomfort was a given.

After scolding him, seeing him look so pitiful made her heart ache, and she gently continued to switch out the towels to cool him down.

She didn’t know how long she tended to him, but while Qin Nanyu’s temperature had stopped soaring, he still hadn’t recovered from his fever.

His clothes were drenched in sweat.

Ji Weitian, worried that wearing wet clothes might cause his fever to recur, decided to help him remove his clothing.

Then she brought over a basin of cold water, continuing to cool him down with damp towels.

During this time, Qin Nanyu kept sleeping heavily.

But he was tormented by nightmares, continuously sleep talking.

The phrase he said the most was the first she had heard: "Mom, don’t go..."

Then, calling her name.

Holding onto his hand tightly, like clinging to a last lifeline.

It was the first time Ji Weitian had seen him this vulnerable, as if he were a different person.

This made her recall the first time she saw him drunk, barging into the storeroom, crazed from alcohol.

That day seemed to be his birthday.

He had also held her tightly, repeatedly telling her he hated birthdays and asking her not to leave him alone...

Staring at his pale face, Ji Weitian suddenly felt a pain in her chest.

People only saw his outstanding qualities; it seemed no one ever asked if he was happy.

"Qin Nanyu, are you happy?"

Perhaps knowing he was asleep and couldn’t hear her, once she started talking, Ji Weitian found it hard to stop.

Seeing his fever subside, she finally threw the towel into the basin and sat down beside the bed.

"Let me tell you the truth, I’m not happy at all."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as a feather.

Her eyelids drooped slightly as she stared at her palm, her expression somewhat dazed, as if lost in memories.

"You keep calling out for your mom when you’re ill; she must have loved you a lot, right? I’m different from you, I can’t even remember what my mother looked like, I was picked up by my foster parents and didn’t remember my biological parents from a young age. It was only later, when the Ji Family found me, that I learned of my origins."

"Even though I reconnected with my ancestry, I still never got to see my mom. Everyone in the Ji Family is deeply wary of mentioning her, only saying that she died a long time ago."