Jie Jingchen fell silent. She had clearly misunderstood what he meant by "special." She had managed to offend every single army wife in the family compound. Forget about anyone offering a helping hand; she'd be lucky if they didn't make things worse for her.
"Jie Jingchen, what's with the silence?" Qin Mei demanded, clearly displeased.
Jie Jingchen shot Qin Mei a complicated look, then buried his face in the pillow and mumbled, "My back hurts."
Qin Mei gritted her teeth. Looking at the silver needles sticking out of his lower back, she had the overwhelming urge to slam them all the way into his body. 'Serves him right if he dies from the pain,' she thought.
Qin Mei sat on the edge of the bed and roughly grabbed his hand. Jie Jingchen didn't resist.
As her smooth fingertips rested on his pulse, Qin Mei's gaze darkened. Her expression stiffened, growing more and more grave.
"Is it that bad?" Jie Jingchen asked calmly.
