He said, "Weiyi, you've changed."
His dark eyes, seemingly unfathomable, bore into hers. His voice, clean and serene, continued, "You didn't use to be like this."
Mo Weiyi wore a face of innocence. "What are you talking about? You're still not well, and Dr. Yu isn't home. You can't get your IV here, is it wrong to ask you to stay in the hospital?"
Xiao Yebai: "It's okay."
Mo Weiyi fluttered her clear black and white eyes, "So?"
The corners of his lips lifted in a light smile. Xiao Yebai extended his hand, "I want to take a shower."
The sudden change in conversation made Mo Weiyi flustered, "Take a shower?"
"Hmm."
"Can't you take it yourself?"
She still wore a thick winter dress, a tad bulky.
He was only wearing a thin shirt and trousers. The heater was on in the bedroom, making it a bit warm.
A glance told her he must have been back for at least half an hour. The heater had been on for quite some time.
Having been back for such a long time, why hadn't he showered?
