But what should I do next?
The medical conditions in China are no comparison to those in Paris, and Jian Yan's sudden arrival in Rongcheng was something she understood clearly by now. What she needed to do was to send Jian Yan back to Paris for recuperation and treatment.
It wasn't until Xiaomei came out of the room with eyes red from crying, that Qin Mu went in again.
The bed had been raised. He lay there, bloodshot eyes staring at her as if he could see through all the twists and turns in her heart without her saying a word. She was silent to an extreme, but her face bore the word "stubborn."
"I won't die, don't worry," he soothed gently.
Qin Mu didn't even lift her eyes, but stubbornness persisted in her gaze beneath her long eyelashes.
He said he wouldn't die, but back when he suddenly collapsed in the office, she truly thought he was dying.
"Why don't you say something? Aren't you usually good at talking back to me?"
