He didn't offer an explanation or even a glance, his actions precise and deliberate. As he reached her side, leaving her unsure whether to feel reassured or wary of the control he so effortlessly took.
Once back, he placed the pill and bottle in front of her without a word, his expression a stern mixture of authority and concern.
Li Na glanced at the pill and then back at him, shaking her head firmly. "I can't," she said, her voice quiet but resolute. "The doctor advised me to stay away from antidepressants and painkillers for a faster recovery."
Lu Jianjun's eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tightening at her refusal. "That might be true in general," he replied, his tone measured but firm, "but right now, I know your condition better than you do. This isn't about long-term advice—it's about what you need to handle the pain that's coming."
