After being unwell for some time and then catching a chill, Long Chengyu returned to Dilan Moju and hurriedly dealt with a few plans for the start of the year. By evening time, when Shu Yimo had finished making dinner and went upstairs to call him, she heard muffled coughing from inside before she even reached the door, more severe than before.
"I'll accompany you to the hospital,"
Shu Yimo's beautiful eyebrows were knotted with concern as she handed him a glass of warm water and said.
Long Chengyu had been coughing for a while before he managed to calm down a bit. He raised his hand to stop her, his hoarse voice sounding tired, "It's nothing serious, just a small cold. It'll pass in a few days."
"But you haven't seemed to improve after so many days."
Shu Yimo's exquisite face showed gravity, especially at night when in bed, hearing his severe coughing. It seemed he was worried about disturbing her, and he would even get up and leave. Shu Yimo couldn't help but feel worried.
