Just as the doctor came in to administer Fu Han's IV infusion, she didn't have time to think about what Nan Qing was going to do, only staring with some fear at the needle. She had been terrified of injections since she was a child, and she belonged to the sort that couldn't bear to watch at all.
Yesterday, when He Xing was here, she cried while being injected, but today, with He Xing absent, she surprisingly became much calmer and simply gritted her teeth and got through it.
Drip by drip, the fluid flowed down the tube and into Fu Han's body.
As each droplet of liquid fell like beads of oil, it seemed eternal, as if it would never change.
Fu Han leaned back slightly, feeling that some things being eternal and unchanging wasn't such a bad thing after all, like the feelings between her and He Xing—if they were eternal, it meant they would always be in love.