Ning Yichen's face showed no expression as he looked at Su Lianxi sitting opposite him, as if she were a stranger.
"Young master, the doctor said that it's best for you not to move around now. It's not conducive to your recovery," Xiaofang said disapprovingly.
Su Lianxi heard the voice and looked up, her face lighting up with joy when she saw Ning Yichen!
"Yichen!" she instinctively wanted to throw herself into his arms, but remembering she was still a guilty person, she suppressed the urge and said timidly, "How are you today... um, I've simmered some bone soup for you, please have some."
Her face was pleading.
Ning Yichen glanced indifferently at the thermal flask Xiaofang was holding and grunted, "I see, you can go back now."
"Yichen..." Su Lianxi's eyelashes trembled lightly, "I... I won't leave. I'll stay outside with you."
Ning Yichen, noncommittally, made his way back to the infirmary leaning on his crutch and sat on the hospital bed.
