Under the streetlight, the drunkard's figure appeared so frail, as if even a gust of wind could knock him down, and Qing Yi's heart involuntarily ached for him.
Clearly, he had been reminding him to eat three meals a day, yet why was he still so thin?
Qing Yi thought to himself.
Obviously, he himself was a doctor, so why did he never care about his own health?
Snapping back to reality, Qing Yi pressed the horn once more. Seeing that the drunkard still had no intention of getting into the car, he was just about to unbuckle his seatbelt to get out and ask him what was wrong when the drunkard took a few steps forward, opened the car door, and got in.
"What just happened? You were spacing out," Qing Yi asked the drunkard as he fastened his seatbelt.
"Watching you."
"Hmm?"
"Watching you." The drunkard, having fastened his seatbelt, lifted his head and smiled at him.
