Song Qingya sat beside her and asked softly, "Guo Ying, how are you feeling now? Are you any better?"
As she spoke, she reached out and felt Guo Ying's forehead, checking if the fever had gone down a bit.
"Qingya, I'm much better, thank you."
Guo Ying looked at her, her eyes full of gratitude. "It's just… I'm a little worried about Cheng Peng."
Her gaze lost focus as she stared blankly at the ceiling. "He's been gone for a day and a night. Do you think something happened to him? Could he have been… caught by those people?"
"Don't be afraid. Ajin will handle it. Cheng Peng is with him; nothing will happen to him."
Song Qingya squeezed her hand and comforted her gently.
"Ajin is always reliable. He would never let his men take risks for nothing. You have to trust him, and you have to trust Cheng Peng—he's a clever man who knows how to protect himself."
"Mm, I believe you."
Guo Ying nodded, but her brow remained furrowed, creasing even more tightly.
