Her heart, without warning, clenched in pain, anger, irritation—she wished she could flay that woman a thousand times over.
The emotion in Liehuo's eyes, that tender, water-soft look, was something she had never seen before. Sadly, it was not directed at her...
Alright, she would wait, she could wait. For now, she was just here to take a look, just to see him, to simply look at him closely, even if it meant only touching one of his fingertips.
See, she was that humble.
Without daring to speak, she adjusted her mask upwards, covering herself tightly, then slowed her pace as she approached the hospital bed.
One step, then another, finally closer...
She took out the thermometer, restraining her rapidly beating heart as she drew near the bed, intending to put the thermometer under his arm. But before she could finish her action, a cold voice stopped her.
"Give it here."
