When he sleeps, his breathing is a little heavy, and his brows are often furrowed.
Qin Mu later sat on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, staring straight at him, observing him, scrutinizing him, and understanding him.
After dark, Qin Mu had a video call with the two siblings for five minutes, letting them see Mu Yichen sleeping, and then quietly said goodbye to them and ended the call.
At seven, she thought he might wake up soon, so she tiptoed downstairs to cook.
During this time, Qin Mu went out to buy groceries and also got him a fever patch. Mu Yichen, in a daze, pulled it off several times, especially when he saw it was a child's item and wanted to throw it away. Qin Mu stubbornly put it on him again. After repeating this a few times, he gave up and peacefully fell into a deeper sleep.
That night, Qin Mu still didn't have much appetite, but her mood was a bit better.
Because Mr. Mu had a good appetite!
"Why aren't you eating?"
