"Cough... cough I... cough it's nothing... cough cough...."
His fingertips were slightly rough from years of training, but now he held that delicate wrist with the lightest touch he had ever used, as if he were holding some rare treasure, afraid to crush it.
When the coughing subsided, his hand didn't let go. He slowly asked, "How have you been lately?"
Qiao Suisui was taken aback and said, "If I say I'm not doing well, that would be a little melodramatic, because everyone has taken very good care of me."
Anubis didn't miss the flicker of sadness on her face, deliberately ignoring the 'everyone' mentioned in her words. After a two-second pause, he asked, "But are you happy?"
Qiao Suisui's expression became a little stagnant. It was the first time someone had asked her if she was happy since she came here.
Her throat tightened, and she subconsciously avoided the question, as if answering it would force her to reveal her grievances in front of him.