Mo Qiansu was at her wits' end.
She decided not to continue the topic and in the future, she would just have to try to avoid any contact with them.
The doctor had stitched up Jing Yi with four stitches and gave him a series of post-care instructions.
When Mo Qiansu had just been examining Jing Yi's wound, she suddenly noticed that his face was more chiseled than the last time she saw him, and his skin seemed paler than before. She wondered if it was because he had just lost blood.
As they left the surgery room, Mo Qiansu asked, "Jing Yi, why have you lost so much weight recently?"
A murky light flickered briefly in the depths of Jing Yi's eyes. He chuckled, "I thought you would never notice my changes."
His words seemed more like he was speaking to himself.
"Jing Yi, you also don't seem to look very well. What's been going on with you lately?" Mo Qiansu asked with concern.
He looked as if he were sick.
