Mu Lin withdrew her gaze, not noticing Jing Chen's brief hesitation. She continued to diligently fiddle with the object in her hand, while Qiaozi busily helped her at the side. Qiaozi was completely unaware that he had just become a blindingly bright third wheel.
Perhaps in Qiaozi's eyes and heart, the actual third wheel should be Jing Chen, who disrupted the rare moments of peace between Qiaozi and Mu Lin.
After all, it had been a while since Mu Lin had spent such a long time here. Qiaozi was feeling lonely.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Jing Chen felt a somewhat inexplicable warmth on his cheeks. Looking at Mu Lin, he asked softly, "Did someone fall ill?"
"Yes." Mu Lin nodded, engaging in relaxed chit-chat. "We went out today."
"I know." Jing Chen responded, "You went to help tend to my granddad today." As if recalling something, he asked a little anxiously, "Is there a change in my grandpa's condition?"
