Qi Jing has a fever.

He is lying in the VIP ward of the hospital wearing a patient gown.

The butler asked me to take good care of him.

How could I take care of him?

I opened a book and started reading again.

When he woke up, I had just finished reading a story.

The first thing Qi Jing said to me was, "You wish for my death."

I closed the book and looked at him in astonishment.

"Young Master, why would you think that?"

He sneered, "You know it in your heart."

I didn't reply.

I didn't wish for his death that much.

I just didn't want him to live.

Our first meeting was not pleasant.

So much so that Qi Jing later came to dislike me.