Her hand on the doorknob froze.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
"You're so silly!"
He could not speak.
Ning Qing found it funny.
She turned around and stared at him on the bed from a distance.
"I forgot that you said that I can't come out without your permission."
She was not angry or resentful.
She was a completely different person from the sad and sad her before.
"I'm sorry, I'll go back after I call the doctor for you."
"Stop!"
He called out to her again, his voice hoarse and his emotions slightly agitated.
After a night, some stubble had grown on Nian lie's chin. It was slightly green, and together with his already pale face, he looked somewhat decadent.
"You blame me," he said.
Ning Qing's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Otherwise, should I thank you?"
She was grateful to him for giving her hope of living on and then destroying it.
