"You're grinning like an idiot, it's not even your leg that's getting better." After another acupuncture session, Mu Shaoling saw Yang Chuxia's beaming expression outside and couldn't help but poke fun at her.
"Even if it's not me, I'm still very happy." Yang Chuxia said, "You, as a loner, wouldn't understand."
"You..." Mu Shaoling got infuriated upon hearing this, flicked his sleeve up without even glancing at Yang Chuxia, and left.
Yang Chuxia didn't care about his thoughts. Seeing Mu Shaoling leave, she hurriedly went in to find Brother An, "How do you feel?"
Ye Zi'an held Yang Chuxia's hand, his grip somewhat weak, "Xiaxia, I'm great."
"Mhm, as long as you're great."
"Xiaxia, when I'm better, I'll carry you all around the village." Ye Zi'an murmured softly. Yang Chuxia was startled, how could Ye Zi'an know about her idea?
In fact, Ye Zi'an didn't know her thoughts; he merely wanted to do that at this moment.
"Alright, don't forget your promise to me, Brother An."
