Now, that smile blossomed in front of him again, she no longer belonged to him, yet he found himself uncontrollably indulging in it.
Li Qingshen watched her for a long, long time before speaking in a slow tone, "Whether or not I take my medicine seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"
"How can it be unrelated?" Ling Momo blurted out.
Li Qingshen's expression became pensive, his gaze slightly brighter.
Ling Momo twirled her eyes, her explanation coming out all jumbled, "You are my teacher. Now that you're sick, it's both rational and emotional for me to take care of you."
Teacher?
After all the things he had done for her, now, all he received in return was a single remark that he was her teacher.
Li Qingshen felt it was extremely ironic; a mocking smile formed on his lips, "Ling Momo, it seems you've forgotten—sure, to you, I'm your teacher, but to me, it seems you're the woman I have a liking for."
