The man loosened his grip slightly, set down the documents in his hand, and took hold of her shoulders with both hands. His dark eyes, as deep as ink, fell on her face, "I came back last night, but you had already gone to bed. I was afraid of waking you up since it was so late, so I didn't call you."
"..." Mi Shen kept her eyes downcast, her head lowered in silence.
She had taken two cold pills at noon, and to now, her head still throbbed and ached. Listening to his voice beside her, she felt inexplicably distressed, her nose heavy, her head heavy, and utterly unbearable.
She sniffled, trying not to let her runny nose get the better of her, but tears fell unexpectedly.
Li Fengchang saw this and felt a pang of heartache. He took a tissue box, placed it on his lap, and personally wiped her tears with two tissues.