By early morning, before the sun had properly risen, Isaac shook me awake with little ceremony.
I groaned, swatting at his hands as he tugged on the blanket. He chuckled and leaned down, stealing a quick kiss.
The shock of it wiped away all remnants of sleep. I nearly slapped him, my palm twitching midair before I stopped myself.
Thankfully, the kiss had been brief.
“Good morning, my sleepy little mooncake,” he teased.
Disgusted, I turned away and wiped my mouth. “It’s the weekend. Can’t I sleep in for once?” I mumbled, still groggy and annoyed.
Isaac gave me a long look, then sighed. “You had a fever last night. Did you even realize that? Get dressed—we’re going to the healer.”
I studied his face as he spoke, wondering whether his concern came from genuine affection or merely from obligation. His expression was filled with worry, but somehow, I felt like he wasn’t really seeing me.
I didn’t argue. I was too tired for that. Wordlessly, I followed.
At the healer’s clinic, we crossed paths with someone I wasn’t ready to see—Candice. She stood awkwardly in the hallway, trying to walk on what looked like a swollen foot. Isaac’s demeanor shifted immediately.