"You're still in the mood to think about that right now?" Xu Nianhua resisted the urge to roll her eyes, constantly worried about the injury on his back. But Pei Yicheng pulled her to sit with him, so she could only watch as the doctor and nurse kept laying aside blood-soaked gauze. That shocking red made her heart pound wildly.
If Pei Yicheng hadn't shielded her, would she be the one hurt now?
"Look at me." Pei Yicheng turned her face toward him, not allowing her to look at the doctors. He asked, "I want to earn your parents' approval as soon as possible. I want to stand by your side openly, out in the light."
His voice was steady, his gaze focused and full of deep emotion.
His calm tone, his composed demeanor—it suddenly made Xu Nianhua understand: he was worried she'd be scared, afraid she'd be anxious, so on purpose, at this moment, in this situation, he brought it up.
