The man stared at her with his deep dark eyes. There was no emotions except for a slight coldness on his handsome face. "Sister Xue'er, I don't like pork bone porridge anymore."
Xue'er's breath tightened.
When she heard that he had transferred to the ward from the ICU, she went back to the manor to cook for him personally.
In just two days, he looked haggard and thin.
The pork bones were selected by her personally at the market and the porridge was cooked by her as well.
She thought he would like it.
And what did he just call her?
Sister Xue'er?
Xue'er looked at Mu Sihan with a puzzled look. She felt that his attitude was different from that of the previous few days now that he was no longer feverish.
The gaze he looked at her the past few days were cold yet there was a gentle tenderness in them.
But now, his gaze was like he was looking at his relative. It was not so cold but there was not much warmth in them either.
