"I don't want to die," she said as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the stack of pillows.
Mo Qingchen nodded. "I know. But… you thought you would. I married you with the promise that I would shield you from everything and I failed." His eyes filled with guilt.
"Stupid man."
Mo Qingchen came to sit on the bed with her, handing her the cup of tea. He made a stack of pillows for himself right next to her so that he was sitting close. She could feel his eyes on her as she took the first little sip.
"Why did you call me stupid?"
Qian Meng gave a forced snort. "Do you think you are a god? Or do you have the power of seeing the future?" she asked.
"Neither, unfortunately." He blinked. "I thought I did."
Qian Meng frowned.
Mo Qingchen changed the topic quickly. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep?" he asked her. "You look so exhausted."
