"Xiao Qian, it's all my fault, I've had too many things going on lately, and, hey! I even forgot to come and treat your illness," Pang Feng said.
Song Xiaoqian smiled faintly and shook her head, "That's not true at all. Haven't you come now? You are the Divine Doctor bestowed upon me by the heavens, always appearing when I need you most, without exception! Right?"
Pang Feng's heart warmed, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to gently touch Song Xiaoqian's silky smooth hair; the gesture was natural, yet it caused her face to blush at once.
Her gaze shifted, her watery eyes looking at Pang Feng; the depths of her pupils shone bright and pure like the stars.
"Let me see your hand!"
Song Xiaoqian obediently extended her hand. Pang Feng held her hand, as smooth as ivory, and his heart couldn't help but sway.
However, he soon exclaimed, "Ah..."
