Dong Yi lay on the bed; she actually wanted to continue pretending to be unconscious.
When Yu Mingyi came in, he already saw her eyes open, and closing them again would be too fake.
The man she wanted to see but dared not, liked but dared not express, stood at her bedside.
Caring for someone makes you sensitively aware of their every move, and Dong Yi felt that turning away would be too deliberate, but facing him would be awkward.
Yu Mingyi looked at her lying in bed, his heart a mix of emotions, but mostly it ached for her.
He broke the silence, "You've lost weight."
"Yes."
Apart from that, neither of them spoke; a few seconds passed before Dong Yi broke the silence.
"How is Panpan's condition?"
"He... is not doing well." Yu Mingyi decided to be truthful.
"The child misses you very much, he's been crying these past days."
Dong Yi's nose tingled, tears almost fell, but she couldn't cry, she had to hold back.
