Su Zhinian moved his gaze away from her and onto the road. He answered her questions patiently, one by one. "I've been to the clinic, was on a drip for three days, and just had my medicine this morning."
After a pause, Su Zhinian added, "I'm feeling much better already."
"Good," Song Qingchun said as she shifted into a more comfortable position. "There aren't many cooking ingredients left at home, right? Do you mind taking a detour to the supermarket?"
"Sure." Su Zhinian had no issue with that.
After a short silence, Song Qingchun added, "We will have something light since you're sick. Is that okay with you?"
Su Zhinian replied affirmatively again.
Song Qingchun then turned her head to look out the window, thinking about the menu that night.
The car stopped in front of a red light. Su Zhinian turned to study Song Qingchun through the rear-view mirror.
