"I... I--" Chun Tianle suddenly stammered, his face turning red, "I do care about you... I'm just too afraid to hear any news about you again, afraid that I might..."
"Alright..." An'an understood his meaning, gently chiding him to interrupt, "You don't need to explain, I understand."
His hand was also injured, wrapped in thick gauze. Li An'an sat down beside the hospital bed, carefully picked up his hand and held it gently, afraid to use any force, sighing in relief, "You're finally awake. Do you know, I've been worried sick these past few days."
Chun Tianle watched as she approached him of her own accord and listened to her tender words, the emotion evident, and he was momentarily dazed, incredulous, asking, "An'an... you're not just getting close to me with ulterior motives again, only to achieve your aim and then say some heartless things to leave me, are you?"
