I Will Marry You (7)

The hospital corridor smelt of antiseptic. Qi Yanxi clenched his fists, then flexed his fingers. After repeating the movement a few times, he finally replied with a quiet "hm."

He couldn't lie to An Xiaxia, whose eyes were so clear and pure.

"Are you two a couple now?" An Xiaxia was confused.

"No…" Qi Yanxi looked dispirited. Even his voice had gone hoarse. "It was an accident."

"Hm… I see… She was in really bad shape. Do talk to her nicely…"

Seeing the bags in her hands, Qi Yanxi changed the subject. "Who are those for?"

"Sheng Yize. He's having problems with his stomach." An Xiaxia smiled. "I'll go check up on him now."

Qi Yanxi stopped her abruptly before she could walk away.

His voice was low and deep. "Are you two married?"

"Yes." An Xiaxia didn't try to keep it from him. "I hope you'll find the right woman soon~"