Cheng Zijin gently nudged his arm, "Didn't the surgery succeed? Why aren't you happy? Is something wrong?"
Mu Yanxi paused, then said, "No."
"Then why are you unhappy? Do you think Dr. Zhan is better than you? Does it feel bad not being the one to heal him yourself?"
Mu Yanxi flicked her forehead gently, "Your head is always filled with nonsense."
"Hmm, my head is filled with you all day!"
"..." Mu Yanxi chuckled softly, but his eyes were still serene.
On the other side, Zhan Nanjue was pushed into the ward. Gong Shirao stayed by the bedside, watching his deathly pale face, her eyes full of heartache, bitterness, and indescribable emotions.
Fortunately, he's fine, or she would really hate herself.
This fool, why did he do so much for her in silence?
She didn't even know whether to keep liking him or to continue disliking him...
Gong Shirao's fingers trembled slightly as she caressed his cheek.
