Annie was suddenly flustered, and she instinctively avoided his gaze.
His gaze seemed to peer straight into the depths of her heart, and she couldn't help but be flustered.
"You… If you're unwell, why don't you rest in the room? You should be resting. Oh yeah, how long have you been sleeping? Have you eaten since you woke up? Did they send the porridge to you?"
"Yes," Ye Sijue interrupted her, his hand raised as if he were going to put it on her shoulder, but upon a second thought, his fingers curled, and he drew back his hand.
"I heard them say that tasted this porridge many times…"
"No!" This time, it was Annie who interrupted him. She awkwardly arranged her hair by her ear, pursed her lips, and said, "After all, you… got sick because you saved me. I want you to get better soon, so I… That's why. So don't…"
"I know that you still care about me." Ye Sijue's gaze was fixed on her.
