"What do you want? I'll get it for you." Zayla looked around after saying this.
"My privilege." he replied.
Zayla was stunned, speechless for a moment.
There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.
"You said to give me the privilege to pursue you."
"I heard it."
Zayla met his eyes and was completely at a loss for a moment.
He hummed in a low voice, "Would you like to go back on your word?"
"I said it on the grounds of necessity. It was urgent! I didn't want you to give up on yourself..."
Knock-
At this moment, the door of the ward knocked and opened.
"Zayla." Simon appeared at the door holding an incongruent thermal bag.
Lincoln's eyelids twitched.
Zayla clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, looked at Lincoln, and spoke with difficulty.
"Mr. Nash, about the privilege, I was just saying."