Feng Yuansheng broke the awkward silence, realizing it was time for him to leave. "I should be going," he said softly, his voice carrying a tinge of regret as he took a step back.
Jiang Yan nodded, her face hidden behind the book she pretended to be reading. Her heart was still racing from their unexpected closeness, and she felt a mixture of emotions stirring within her. She wanted to hide her embarrassment, not wanting him to see how much his presence affected her. "Yes, I understand," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Feng Yuansheng's gaze lingered on her for a moment, concern etched on his face. "You should rest," he suggested gently, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You still haven't fully recovered, and it's important to take care of yourself."
