"No, nothing." Song Qingchun looked up and smiled at Qin Yinan as she shook her head. Qin Yinan believed her and resumed eating his food.
Song Qingchun turned her head slowly toward the window, and the smile in her eyes disappeared. In its place, was a well of condescension. Just what was I thinking? Why did I still believe that Su Zhinian would have contacted Brother Yinan after I fainted? I should have known better when I saw his car drive away.
After dinner, Qin Yinan did not hurry to clear the table but walked into his bedroom. When he came back out, he had several boxes of medicine in his hands. When he walked past the living room, he also grabbed a glass of water.
Returning to the dining table, he first placed the water before Song Qingchun before following the doctor's orders and passing her the medicine. "Better take them now lest you forget it later."
Song Qingchun accepted them with a nod.
