Li Tingshen's expression wasn't good.
She was injured and had not slept for the entire night. There was a hint of coldness in her eyes.
"Qingqiu?"
There was a flurry of footsteps outside the door. Ye Jianyun's familiar voice called Ye Qingqiu's name in confusion. "Why aren't you going in?"
Li Tingshen looked up. Ye Qingqiu was standing at the door and looking behind her.
Her pupils constricted slightly.
When Ye Qingqiu turned her head again, there was a faint smile on her face.
Li Tingshen didn't know how many times he hated her ubiquitous smile.
"It's useless to be anxious. It's not life-threatening. You just have to suffer a little."
She went forward to hold Old Master Ye and comforted him.
The few of them walked into the ward. Lian Lili stood to the side and looked at Ye Qingqiu with an unnatural expression.
He didn't know when she had stood at the door. What she had just said…
