"It's late."
Huo Yirong stood up, his voice low and ominous.
He took a deep breath, his tone slightly gentler, "You should rest early. I'll take care of the rest. Take good care of your health."
"Third Brother, I understand. I should probably be back tomorrow."
Huo Yirong furrowed his brows, disagreed, "Stop stressing out, the temperature's been dropping these past few days."
Given Huo Yunjiao's current condition, he shouldn't be exposed to the chill.
If his illness worsens, it would be difficult to keep it from Qin Ruan.
"Third Brother sighed, "It's been days since Ruanruan last saw me."
It sounded like a helpless sigh, but Huo Yirong could gather a trace of something else from it.
The corner of his lips twitched, reluctantly admitting, "Third Brother, right now it feels unreal seeing you fall from grace due to your sister."
"After all, you're a married man, and in a few months, your nieces or nephews will be born."
