"Okay." Mu Lin nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and after a short while, the sound of her steady breathing had already reached Jing Chen's ears.
The solemn corners of his mouth slowly curved into a gentle smile. If possible, he truly wished to keep watching like this forever. Just watching her, he'd never grow tired in this lifetime.
About ten minutes later, Jing Chen stood up, adjusted Mu Lin's blanket, and planted another kiss on her forehead before turning to leave the room.
Downstairs, upon seeing Jing Chen, several people couldn't help but ask, "How is Linlin?" They had never seen Mu Lin like this before, not even when she was treating Old Master Jing; she hadn't looked this wan and exhausted.
Seeing Mu Lin's pallor earlier had truly frightened them.
The elder felt somewhat regretful, thinking perhaps he shouldn't have sought out Mu Lin so urgently. His consideration had been insufficient.
