They remained in each other's arms in silence for a while before Li Fengchang finally let go of her, cupping her small face with his hands.
"Have you eaten?"
Mi Shen nodded, "I had some porridge."
Her expression was indifferent, lacking the inquiries about Ou Gaoning, yet her tranquility was unexpectedly flat, not like her usual chirpy sparrow self.
Her unusual quietness today left him especially unsettled.
He opened his mouth to talk about the search and rescue, but as he met her clear eyes, the words at the edge of his lips were swallowed back.
He had pushed aside all his work today, just to rush back to be with her.
Mi Shen's high fever had subsided, but she still seemed somewhat dazed, intermittently running a low-grade fever.
In the afternoon, he had accompanied her as they lounged in the backyard garden, basking in the sun for the entire afternoon.
A rattan chair, two people lying on it, was a bit cramped.
Mi Shen moved to the side, "Fengchang, move over here a bit."
