Who would have known that two people who were once at each other's throats also had such a tender side in private.
Under the blanket, he reached out to hold Jiang Muwan's palm, which was met with a chill.
Underneath her palm was a warm hot water bottle. Lan Ying was attentive, yet her care didn't do much good, as her palm was still cool.
"You're still on the IV?" Since last night they had mentioned an IV, an entire day had passed and it was still ongoing.
"The doctor said it's a viral cold, and the lady is a bit dehydrated, so it's going to be slow," Lan Ying explained.
Indeed, seeing Jiang Muwan on the drip for over ten hours, she also felt unbearably distressed.
The once lively and spirited person who could infuriate her husband to the point of rage, now seemed like a hurt kitten, pitifully helpless.
