Bao Shaojin stood beside the hospital bed, looking down at her.
An Yin clutched the bedsheet tightly with both hands, not daring to meet the man's sharp gaze.
What had she said to him just a short time ago? An Yin couldn't recall at the moment, but she was sure her tone had been unkind.
Ugh...
An Yin wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it, so she wouldn't have to face the man's stern face.
"Weren't you quite spirited just now?" Bao Shaojin's thin lips parted slightly, his sharp eyes falling on the girl's delicate face.
An Yin bit her lip and remained silent.
"Gastroenteritis from eating spicy crawfish," Bao Shaojin said without anger despite her silence, "this is already the second time, isn't it?"
The man's tone was calm, giving no indication of anger, yet upon closer thought, the way he elongated the end of each sentence felt slightly off.
