She pursed her lips and gently pulled the blanket over to cover him.
Then, suddenly not knowing what else to do, she sat by her bed, silent.
"Did Abiao send you here?" Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow, suddenly speaking. His tone was confident, a stark contrast to the weakness his body betrayed.
"No, it was Dad who asked me to come and see how you were doing," replied Yao Beidi.
Xiao Ye frowned slightly.
That old man.
Yao Beidi looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Xiao Ye didn't say.
Yao Beidi pursed her lips, knowing full well Xiao Ye would never tell her.
She lowered her gaze, sitting quietly by his side, unsure of how she could be of any help.
She always felt that Xiao Ye's injury this time was more serious than ever before.
But obviously, Xiao Ye was still very resistant to her.
The room fell into a silence that was almost unbearable.
Lying there, Xiao Ye slowly fell asleep.
