Seeing Meng Cheng'an again, Tian Xiang was truly shocked. He looked so haggard, like coming from a refugee camp.
Hasn't he eaten or slept in the days we've been apart?
Seeing how frail and unsteady he was, Tian Xiang quickly let him lie down again.
Tian Xiang supported him, and Meng Cheng'an seized the opportunity to grasp her hand and wouldn't let go.
Tian Xiang: "Director He is still outside."
Meng Cheng'an: "He..."
He originally wanted to say he wouldn't come in, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he started coughing violently.
Tian Xiang wanted to pull her hand back to pour him some water, but Meng Cheng'an held her firmly, not letting her go.
"It's okay, this is fine."
As long as she was there, as long as he could touch her, that was the best medicine.
