After triple-checking that Zhan Qipei's face, tranquil as clouds and gentle as breeze, showed no hint of anything amiss, Qiao Jing finally let go of the guard in her heart.
But what he said wasn't wrong, it was indeed bad for her health, so Qiao Jing stopped doubting and pushed open the door to stand in the corridor.
The next morning.
After getting up and finishing breakfast, Qiao Jing took her own pulse to confirm her body had recovered and was healthy, showing a faint smile on her face.
Zhan Qipei, seeing that Qiao Jing's complexion was no longer pale but instead had a healthy rosiness, felt his worry from work lighten considerably.
"Has your body recovered?"
Qiao Jing nodded and started clearing her bowl.
Zhan Qipei didn't go for his car keys but explained to Qiao Jing instead.
"I've got some unfinished work, so you'll need to take a taxi to the research institute today."
Qiao Jing hummed in acknowledgment, donned her coat, and left the house.
