Qiao Jiezhe hadn't slept all night, and when he got up the next day he was completely drained, dark circles hanging under his eyes, even his voice weak.
"Qiqi, come help me button my shirt." Qiao Jiezhe came out with his shirt open, calling directly for his little sister.
"President Xiao Qiao went to class." Mi Huan's voice sounded.
Qiao Jiezhe was momentarily dazed by that voice. He blinked and looked over, finally seeing Mi Huan, simply and plainly dressed, carrying breakfast out.
"Oh, did she leave without eating breakfast?"
"She said she'll eat at school. I'll help you with your buttons." Mi Huan's face flushed a little. Even though it was embarrassing, his arm was broken because of her.
She hadn't noticed it before; only now did she realize how much it affected his daily life. As for her, she'd only suffered minor injuries in that car accident and had long since been fine.
