Wen Ran's brows knitted tighter, tonight?
What did Mo Xiuchen mean by tonight? Could it be, while he's hospitalized here, has he been looking into those matters all along? With this thought, her heart tightened once again.
"Xiuchen, as long as we find Fu Jingyi, you needn't worry about your illness."
Qin Mu's gaze settled on Mo Xiuchen's lean face. This version of Mo Xiuchen looked like a stranger in his eyes. He knew the frequency of his headaches had been increasing these days. He could imagine how uncomfortable Xiuchen must be when his head aches.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he saw Xiuchen's face stiffen with pain. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his large hand pressed against his forehead. His complexion quickly turned pale.
Qin Mu's gaze tightened, and he blurted out, "Xiuchen, does it hurt again?"
