An Ziqing looked at him. "Chouchou…"
She suddenly called out like that.
Ling Chuan immediately nodded. "Mm! I'm here!"
An Ziqing started laughing. "I called you by your nickname, how come you're not mad anymore!"
"As long as you get better quickly, I won't get mad no matter what you call me!" Ling Chuan set down the glass of water and wiped the droplets from the corner of her mouth again.
Seeing the bloodshot in his eyes, An Ziqing's heart ached. "You haven't slept at all, have you!"
"I slept!" He didn't want her to worry.
"You obviously didn't sleep!"
Ling Chuan was helpless. He sat down and grabbed her hand. "Don't worry about me! As long as you can get better!"
"Chouchou…" she called him again.
"Yeah, yeah!" Ling Chuan instantly responded.
Watching him nod like a pecking chick, An Ziqing couldn't help laughing again.
"Cough, cough…" She laughed a bit too hard and tugged at the wound.
