"Didn't I tell you to stay in the ward to rest? Why are you outside?" Xia Qingyi did not know when, but Mo Han had already returned and was standing behind her.
"Hm?" Xia Qingyi turned her head back to look at him.
"What are you doing here? Who let you out of bed?" Mo Han's expression did not look good.
Xia Qingyi turned her head around again to look at herself in the glass mirror and did not answer Mo Han, remaining silent.
Mo Han looked at her, and seeing that she kept staring at herself in the mirror, he started to understand something, and lowered his tone. "Don't look at it anymore. It's windy outside, let's go back."
Mo Han pulled at her hand forcefully and made her turn back towards the ward. Xia Qingyi obediently followed behind him. She walked as she stared at her feet with her head lowered.
"Help me buy a scarf then," Xia Qingyi said lightly.
"Yes."
