In case he... again,
If Qinghe really died, Yuchuan would feel guilty for a lifetime.
She didn't want to see her man shouldering such a heavy burden and just coldly glanced at Xiao Qinghe, "Depends on how you behave."
Xiao Qinghe was filled with regret. If he had known that the third brother and Qingyue planned to take him to town, why would he have bothered to lie on the cold ground all night, catching a chill? His nasal voice, hoarse from the wind-cold, said, "I will take good care of myself. It's just a chill; I'll be fine in a few days. Why don't you go to town tomorrow and look for a shop?"
"No way," said Su Qingyue, "let's wait until you get better."
"But..." Qinghe felt a bit guilty for holding up Qingyue's important business.
