"Alright, I got it. When you're done, call for me. I'll prepare some food to bring to them." Qin Xue was agreeable. On the contrary, she wanted to bring food to them; if Ji Yan's health remained weak, it wouldn't be conducive to recovery.
"Okay, Xue'er, thank you." Chu Molin rarely said the words "thank you," but it was quite remarkable that Qin Xue understood his thoughts.
"You said we're a couple, yet you still say it." Qin Xue glanced at the man, wondering why he said not to be so formal every time, but this time he spoke as such, leaving her unsure of what to say.
"Alright, I won't say it. I genuinely feel grateful to you. After all, you always help me; having you in this life is enough." Chu Molin reached out to hold her hand resting on the table, holding her hand in his, to grow old together.
