The atmosphere in the ward was no longer oppressive, but Fu Han, looking at Nan Qing's pale complexion, felt distressed, and Nan Qing, looking at Fu Han's face from opening the dye shop and her arm wrapped in bandages, also felt a heartache.
This time, however, they seemed to be in perfect sync, neither of them bringing up the events of the previous day, as if they had become a thing of the past, unrelated to the present.
When Nan Qing's IV bag ran out of fluid, she looked at Fu Han and asked in a low voice, "Are those two men outside your bodyguards?"
Fu Han turned to look, the two nearly two-meter-tall men stood like mountains at the door, maintaining expressionless faces as steadfast as always, like robots.
She sighed helplessly and said, "He Xing said it's just in case I'm in danger, so he hired two bodyguards to follow me, but I don't like it at all."
