"Let's discuss this." An Hao had just started her job and it wouldn't look good to take leave already, and besides, who knows how many more days would be needed until the wedding day.
Qin Jian was in the military, and it was uncertain how busy he was or how easy it would be for him to get leave.
"Okay," An Shuchao, seeing his daughter's complexion looking somewhat off, said to her, "You both go and rest for a while. It must be tiring coming over at noon."
"Mhm," An Hao nodded.
Back in her little room, An Hao slumped onto the bed, feeling completely weak.
"What's wrong? Do you feel unwell?" Qin Jian came over, sat beside her, and gently held her.
"I'm okay. Just feeling a bit tired," An Hao leaned against Qin Jian's chest and said, "I always have this bad feeling."
Qin Jian stroked her back with his large hand, comforting her softly, "You're just too concerned about An Ping. Worrying too much naturally tires you out."
