Anning's pov
We moved to the bed a few seconds later with me practically glued to Wanqing's side. After Han Luo left, neither of us said a single word. Wanqing had one hand wrapped around my waist and the other played with a strand of my hair. It was... strangely comforting. Not that I'd ever admit it to her face.
A knock on the door had me snapping out of my thoughts as I leaned away from Wanqing.
"Come in." Wanqing replied coldly and instantly tugged me back to her.
The room's door creaked open a few moments later, and the elderly physician hurried inside with Han Luo following closely behind him.
The old man bowed and then greeted, "Young miss."
Wanqing stopped playing with my hair and instantly moved away from me. "Go ahead."
There was a slight hint of hesitation in her voice. But what was she hesitating for?
The physician nodded and walked over to the bed. He grabbed my right hand without asking and placed two fingers against it.
