"Feeling better?" Chi Ming walked up to her and asked softly.
Shen Qingyue nodded, though her lips were still a bit pale. "Did you bring me to the hospital?"
"Yeah." Chi Ming tucked in her blankets and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
Shen Qingyue felt a slight hunger pang. "I'd like some porridge."
Chi Ming made a phone call to arrange for it, then looked at Shen Qingyue. "The doctor said your fainting was due to anemia. Have you been eating your meals regularly?"
Shen Qingyue did not hide the truth. "It's probably not about meals. Qin Zhen had a car accident and needed a blood transfusion. I donated blood for him and didn't eat much at the time."
Chi Ming's tone could not stay calm any longer. "You again..."
"What?" Shen Qingyue looked up at him.
Chi Ming took a deep breath. "Never mind."
The two of them remained silent for a while, and it was only when Zhang Jianci brought the takeout that they began to talk.
