"Summer Shawcross, can you still laugh?" Noah Drexler immediately pulled a long face, asking her with a hint of anger.
Is she heartless?
At a time like this, she can still laugh.
Doesn't she understand how much pain she was in just now, how agonizing she looked?
He still has lingering fears, blaming himself for not taking precautions earlier to prevent this sudden illness, yet she seems so happy!
Seeing the man looking unhappy, Summer had no fear in her heart; instead, she playfully curled her lips, looking at him without any trepidation.
"I'm happy in my heart, why can't I laugh?" She curled her lips, muttering discontentedly, her face suddenly regaining its usual vitality.
Noah paused, his gaze resting on the genuine and vibrant smile on her face.
He hadn't seen such an earnest, energetic smile on her face for a long time...
"Look, this illness of mine came at quite the right time." Summer shrugged, then said with some self-satisfaction.
