Jiang Jingheng looked at Mu Yan's nervous appearance, his heart softened to a puddle, and he sat by the bed, speaking gently: "I'm not leaving."
Mu Yan stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly finally reassured, slowly closing her eyes.
Jiang Jingheng gently released her hand and laid it down, then helped her with the blanket and turned off the lights, leaving only the wall lamp.
He sat by the bed, staring at her sleeping face as if he couldn't get enough of looking.
Having not seen her for a few days, she seemed thinner than before, just looking at her makes one feel distressed.
It's not that he thought Kong Lizhen was taking poor care of her, it's just that he always wanted to give her the best.
But he couldn't help it; if he wanted to solve the problem once and for all, he could only let her feel a bit aggrieved for a while.
