"No, I need to use the bathroom," Si Mingjing said, her voice weak and hoarse.
She tried to get up on her own, but Mo Yinhe threw back the covers and lifted her from the bed. He carried her directly into the bathroom and set her down before the toilet.
Then, his tall figure slipped out. "Alright," he said before closing the door. "Call me when you're done."
Si Mingjing wasn't a fussy person. After using the toilet, she washed her face, tidied her sleep-mussed hair, and then opened the door to walk out on her own.
But each step she took felt like stepping on cotton. Watching her, Mo Yinhe felt his heart constrict with pain.
Mo Yinhe gently gathered her into his arms, lifted her again, and placed her back on the bed, urging her to lie down.
Si Mingjing shook her head. "I've been lying down too much; I want to sit for a while."
"Hungry?"
Mo Yinhe adjusted the hospital bed to a sitting position and ladled out a bowl of the congee his mother had sent, intending to feed her.
