"Lin Qingping," he called, sitting on the edge of the bed. She had fallen into a deep sleep in just a few moments. The fever had flushed her face, and her eyes glistened at the corners. Her lips were so dry they’d begun to peel. Her breathing was heavy. "Lin Qingping?" He raised his voice, sliding a hand behind her neck to ease her upright. She stirred, her eyes cracking open to reveal a feverish