Then, she casually brushed her hair with her hand and greeted with indifference, "You're here."
"Mm."
Gu Nanqiao responded with a single syllable and didn't know what else to say.
There was nothing to talk about between her and Qin Jiaran.
Even without being confrontational, they couldn't be calm with each other.
Qin Jiaran looked a bit embarrassed, "I'll step out; have a seat."
After saying this, she left with her head down, carrying a basin.
Gu Nanqiao slightly turned her body to make way.
She only stepped into the room and stopped by the bedside after Qin Jiaran gradually walked away.
She gazed intently at the person lying on the bed, eyes closed, quiet, as if not a breath of life could be felt.
Gu Nanqiao sat down by the bed, hesitantly extending her hand, seemingly wanting to hold hers.
But halfway there, she pulled back.
