"It should be getting better soon!" Nangong Ruyue nodded confidently, "We've finally seen a bit of hope, haven't we?"
In fact, his illness was not yet cured.
But at this moment, he really wanted to be good to her.
However, he knew that this state wouldn't last long.
He was like a mental patient, and clarity only came occasionally.
Seeing his gloomy expression, Nangong Ruyue retracted the smile from her lips, "Zexin, what's wrong with you?"
"...Ruyue, I'm sorry." He answered without actually addressing her question, "I'm sorry..."
Nangong Ruyue smiled, "Didn't I say, I'm not blaming you, besides, you didn't hurt me."
"Wasn't what I did already hurting you?" Xiao Zexin tensed his body, his voice a bit hoarse.
"It wasn't!"
Xiao Zexin chuckled self-deprecatingly, "You don't have to comfort me."
Nangong Ruyue took the plate from his hand and set it aside.
She held his hand firmly, her tone sincere, "Really, that wasn't hurtful!"
Xiao Zexin lifted his gaze, meeting hers.
