When she received a satisfactory answer from the doctor, Cenhuan finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"I told you, there's nothing wrong with me."
Lin Jinfang smiled and pulled Cenhuan's hand into his palm. As he looked at the hand he held, his eyes were full of joy.
As he spoke, he tried to prop himself up to sit, but just as he moved slightly, a sharp pain shot through his back.
With the pain, he instinctively took a sharp breath.
"You have an injury on your back, so don't move around," Cenhuan said, watching his actions.
Everyone knew he had a back injury, so why did he insist on fidgeting? What if he ended up tearing his wound open?
Listening to Cenhuan's nagging, Lin Jinfang's eyes filled with even more warmth.
When Lu Yun entered the room, he saw the two staring into each other's eyes, the affection in their gazes was enough to make goosebumps rise on his skin again and again.
"Ahem..."
