Wei Anning was amused by her exaggerated tone. She pressed her fingers against her forehead, looking torn between crying and laughing. "Nan Fei, what should I do? If this keeps up, I'm going to fall in love with you."
Yan Nanfei knew she was joking. She pretended to be very frightened, crossing her arms over her chest as if to protect her chastity. "No! If you fall in love with me, Leng Youchen will hunt me down!"
The two of them bantered playfully, and the somber, oppressive atmosphere in the hospital room finally lifted.
Outside the room, a tall and imposing figure stood quietly for a long while before turning to leave.
Not long after, Gong Ting returned.
Yan Nanfei had been sitting by the bed, but when she saw Gong Ting walk in, she immediately stood up and offered her seat to him. For some reason, she felt a distinct reverence for Gong Ting.
"Mr. Gong, please take care of my Anning."
