Su Xiaolu went forward and grabbed Su Hua's wrist.
Su Hua waited quietly. He really couldn't stand it anymore. He swallowed and said, "Yes, yes." Meeting Su Xiaolu's worried eyes, Su Hua explained gently, "My throat is just a little itchy."
Actually, it was a little itchy. He felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to cough, but with Su Xiaolu around, he was afraid that it would make her worry.
Under Su Hua's deliberate concealment, Su Xiaolu did not expose him. Su Hua's pulse was weaker than during the day, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.
It was as if he had caught an ordinary cold, but how good would it be if it was just a cold?
Su Xiaolu took out the medicine bottle and poured out a pill for Su Hua. She said, "Second Brother, eat this pill. It's getting late. Rest early."
Su Hua nodded. He took the medicine and said gently to Su Xiaolu, "Xiaolu, don't worry too much about me. You've been tired for a day. Go back and rest."
