Jiang Shu turned around, meeting Su Luo's wet eyes.
She was like a fawn lost in the forest in morning mist.
Su Luo tightly clung to Jiang Shu's sleeve, her voice mellow and timid, muttering softly, "I have a strong constitution. I will recover quickly after drinking medicine. Really. Just drink a bowl of medicine, sleep, and I'll be fine by tomorrow. If it wasn't for the medicine being so bitter, I might not even throw up..."
Jiang Shu's expression was indescribable.
His gaze shifted to Su Luo's hands grasping his sleeve.
She looked up at him, her hands held up, and her sleeves slipped down, revealing a section of her fair and delicate wrist.
Jiang Shu didn't speak for a long while, and Su Luo became increasingly uneasy.
