Song Qingchun walked to Su Zhinian and handed him the glass of water and medicine, adding, "Better take them now lest your fever returns later."
Su Zhinian stood where he was and stared directly at Song Qingchun, giving zero reaction.
Song Qingchun thought this was because he didn't like bitter medicine, so she opened her lips and uttered in a supplicating tone like one might use with an unruly child, "You'll feel better if you take it…"
Su Zhinian suppressed his urge to reach out. His hands gripped tightly until his perfectly manicured nails poked into the ball of his palm.
Song Qingchun frowned, noticing Su Zhinian's lack of response. She met his gaze with some confusion, and after holding his gaze silently for a few seconds, the message that he didn't say slowly registered in her heart.
