Chi Huan felt a bit carsick, and if she hadn't emptied her stomach in the restaurant's restroom, she would probably be vomiting in the car right now.
She leaned her head on the co-pilot's seat, her eyes half-closed, and hoarsely whispered, "Xigu."
"Hmm?"
"Don't let Mo Shiqian find out."
Mou Xigu wasn't originally someone with a particularly good temper, but for some reason, he had become gentle and refined in front of Chi Huan and had never lost his temper with her.
But her words finally stirred up some anger within him, "You just caught a cold, it's not like you've contracted some terminal disease. What are you afraid of him knowing? Even like this, you still worry about him."
Chi Huan opened her eyes, staring at the darkening sky, her gaze vacant and her weak voice wrapped in a sigh. She murmured softly, "Do you think missing someone makes you miss them more when you see them, or when you can't see them?"
Mou Xigu fell silent.
He couldn't answer her.
