Lu Weixi's mother had gone back to rest, and Lu Weixi was alone in the hospital room. When she saw Qin Zhiyou return, a faint smile appeared on her face. She was about to reach for the handle by the bed to raise it when Qin Zhiyou quickly stepped forward to stop her and held her hand, sitting down by the bedside.
He asked, "Have you eaten?"
Lu Weixi nodded, "Mm, my mom just prepared some, and I had a bit with her. What about you?"
Qin Zhiyou shook his head, but he wasn't that hungry either. His mind had been running at full speed these past few days, leaving him dizzy and exhausted. Even though he had spent last night sitting in the chair with his eyes closed trying to rest, his thoughts couldn't afford a break, fearing any mishap that might occur.
But at this moment, holding Lu Weixi's hand, he finally felt a sense of grounded reality. Her warmth, her breath, everything about her was calming to him.
"Do you want to eat something?"
