With hazy vision you opened the door, there stood your fiancé Mingyu. "I heard you have fever. Of course your dad told me." he smiled tiredly as he handed you the bouquet of tulips. As the only daughter, your father wanted you to marry the charming young tycoon, although you were reluctant to marry this early. You stared at his messy hair, folded sleeves and can't help but think how he he always put you before himself.

"It's pouring out. I hope you're not getting too cold because of rain." Mingyu said as he ruffeled his damp hair and stepped inside and hanged his coat on the hanger.

He placed his cold palm on your burning forehead. Being so weak you melted in his touch.