"Looks like you're really sick." Youyou froze for a second, then decisively reached out, pressed her hand to Dan Tingye's forehead and felt around. Immediately, she looked puzzled and muttered, "Not hot at all…"
How did he suddenly start talking nonsense?
"I don't have a fever." Dan Tingye's expression stiffened; he pulled her hand down and forced the words out.
"Oh, but what you're saying sounds like your brain got fried." Youyou blinked her big eyes, staring at him with a bright, intense gaze.
"..."
Dan Tingye fell silent, quietly looking at her. After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
"When we were little I saw your body, and I said I'd take responsibility for you."
"..."
Now it was Youyou's turn to go quiet. Her eyes went round like copper bells as she stared in shock at Dan Tingye's devilishly handsome face. She lowered her head, started counting on her fingers for quite a while, but still didn't say anything.
So she really does remember…
