Thinking of his agonizing condition when the illness struck, Ye Xingguang failed to control her voice, even though she was fully aware of the dangers lying ahead.
She just couldn't sit idly while she watched him go through this, even though there was little she could do to help.
Ye Jun Qing was slightly taken aback when the girl boldly volunteered to accompany him home. His heart wavered, but his tone was dismissive, "What are you coming home with me for? Go eat your hot pot instead of looking for trouble!"
"I'm not looking for trouble; maybe I can be your pillow again like the first time, and we can pull through it together?"
Ye Jun Qing rejected the offer indifferently, "Not needed, it would only exacerbate the sickness."
Since it'd worsen the sickness, why did you hug me that first time all night without letting go?
Ye Xingguang swallowed down her question, mumbling the grievance to herself.