Evening, hospital.
After spending a day in the ward together, Ye Yuqiao finally reined in her quirky temper and stopped resisting Chen Hao's care. Although her face remained expressionless and cold, Chen Hao could no longer see rejection or disgust in Ye Yuqiao's eyes.
"Ye Yuqiao, you're not angry at me anymore, right?" After feeding Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao asked while cleaning up.
Ye Yuqiao blinked at Chen Hao, puzzledly said, "When was I ever angry at you?"
"So you don't hate me anymore?"
"When did I ever hate you?" Ye Yuqiao retorted, then with an emphatic tone added, "But I never liked you either!"
Chen Hao's face darkened as he mumbled under his breath, "I'm pretty great, and I look decent too. Admitting you like me wouldn't be so embarrassing."
"What are you muttering about?" Ye Yuqiao's tone suddenly turned cold, "Who said they liked you?"