Having held his ground for so many days, he finally made some progress. How could he easily give up?
"Whatever is on your mind, it's not like what you imagine!"
He kept his hands in his pockets, his gaze as cold as ever.
Because of the fever, her small face was somewhat flushed.
After drinking the herbal soup prepared by An Nidong, she slept for a little while, and her body was no longer as sore as before.
But her mind was a bit muddled; she knew she must have a fever again.
It seemed that since her miscarriage last time, after donating bone marrow, her health had been poor.
Just a bit of chill and she would have a fever, burning endlessly...
"Oh, I'm not thinking anything! I just want to go swimming in the sea..." She shrugged indifferently.
"He Yingdong, could you sit down? You keep standing in front of me, making me feel like you're towering so high, and I have to look up to talk to you!"
He looked at her indifferently.
He didn't move.
"I have things to do..."
