Breathing lightly, Qiao An lay in his arms, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, her cheeks blushing as she nodded.
Mu Jingxi cupped her face, and lovingly kissed her forehead, "You've suffered."
Since she fell ill, her weight has been steadily dropping.
Even though the head chef has been trying his best to help her recover, the results are minimal.
With a gentle embrace, he lifted her up and sat down on the bed.
Qiao An sat on the hospital bed, looking up at him standing in front of her, "Mu Jingxi, you're very strange."
"Am I?"
With rough fingertips, he gently stroked her chin.
"Yes!" Qiao An affirmed with a nod. It's too strange, first he said something inexplicable, and now he's silent.
Something must have happened.
She raised her hand and held his hand, her eyelashes slightly trembling, "Is it my dad...?"
"No, don't let your mind wander."
Mu Jingxi turned around to pour her a glass of water, "Leave these things to me, you don't have to worry."
