Li Qinghao put a wet towel on Nancheng Lie’s forehead. “Why can’t you take care of yourself?” Li Qinghao looked at the man lying in bed and sighed. Nancheng Lie had a high fever and was now in a coma. ‘You always lose your head because of me. Nancheng Lie, my heart aches for you, you know?’ Li Qinghao thought. ...