A statement even simpler than relaying medical instructions.
There wasn't even the care of an ordinary friend.
Song Yuan couldn't help but glance at Nan Jiaojiao on the sofa.
Bo Yanching was afraid she'd get tired, so he sent her to the ward to rest early in the morning. At that time, Song Yuan lay on the cold table and was pushed into the machine, while Bo Yanching took the opportunity to cozy up with Nan Jiaojiao, not caring about her plight. He only returned when the examination was nearly over.
If Bo Yanching were a cold-hearted person, she would have put up with it before.
But he clearly wasn't like that in front of Nan Jiaojiao; he showed care and tenderness, and didn't speak so rigidly. Couldn't he spare a little of that gentleness for others?
