Just listen and let it be, let it go in one ear and out the other—it's better for everyone that way.
The expansive ward was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Qiao An lazily nudged him, "Mu Jingxi, I can barely breathe anymore."
It's fine to hug, but why did he suddenly hold me so tight?
He was acting so strangely…
"Sorry." Mu Jingxi coughed lightly and awkwardly loosened his grip.
Qiao An used the excuse of going to the bathroom to slip out of his embrace.
When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Mu Jingxi sitting upright on the sofa, his brows tightly furrowed. The moment he noticed her coming out, the worry on his face immediately disappeared, vanishing without a trace.
"Hungry? The head chef made some soup for you; it'll be delivered soon. Want to have some later?"
Soup?
Qiao An nodded, "Sure, but I'd prefer porridge."
"Okay, I'll ask the head chef to make some porridge for you."
