Lu Mingfei looked at her as if she were guarding against a thief. He originally wanted to help her, but in the end, he dismissed the thought.
He placed the items on the bedside table and looked at her, "An An, I'm sorry..."
After saying this, he turned around and left with large strides.
The door wasn't locked, just left ajar. This way, even if something happened during the night, he would be able to hear her movements in time.
Lu Mingfei walked to the sofa and turned off the light.
In the darkness, he was like a lion guarding his territory quietly from the bushes.
An An sat up, noticing that her foot wasn't as painful anymore, but it still appeared red and swollen.
She took some medicinal wine and began massaging her ankle.
Outside in the living room, Lu Mingfei's phone rang; it was a call from his mom.
He took the phone, walked out to the balcony, and answered the call.
"Hello, Mom..."
