Li Changlin sat at the table, but he had no appetite for eating.
He aimlessly stirred a few bites, then lost his appetite.
Mo Zijia looked on with some concern, but ultimately she remained silent, silently pouring Li Changlin a glass of water.
Li Changlin murmured a thank-you, took a couple of sips without much interest, then sat down beside the sickbed, quietly watching Ye Xiyao.
At that moment, Ye Xiyao resembled a sleeping beauty, her slumber sweet and her face showing a trace of a smile; one could not tell what she might be dreaming about.
However, before long, that smile vanished, and her brow began to crease slightly, her lips softly murmuring the words "Brother Changlin, Brother Changlin."
Li Changlin quickly reached out, gently holding Ye Xiyao's delicate hand, "Xi Yao, Brother Changlin is here, don't worry, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong, you just rest well."
Li Changlin's words were soft and warm, calming Ye Xiyao's expression slowly.
