Ying Jingyao stared at her without blinking, the bloodshot in his eyes pronounced, "I don't want to drink now."
Jin Jumo's lashes lowered as she nodded, sitting in the chair by his bedside, "Let me know when you want to drink."
"Does it still hurt?" Ying Jingyao's lips were slightly pale as he glanced at the spot where Jin Jumo had her woolen hat.
"It's okay." Jin Jumo replied.
"Come here." Ying Jingyao reached out to her.
"..." Jin Jumo looked at him, not moving.
"Let me see your wound." Ying Jingyao extended his hand closer to her.
Jin Jumo looked at his hand, stood up slightly, held his arm, and placed it back under the blanket, "You're in this state, yet you're worried about me?"
"I heard from the doctor that you have a mild concussion. You haven't rested well today, I'm worried about you." Ying Jingyao stubbornly gazed at her, a trace of tension always visible in his eyes.
