Bai Cheng'an was still recovering from a serious illness. His complexion was not as deathly pale as it had been the night before, but it was still worse than that of a healthy person. The usual aura about him was gone, making him all the more pitiable—especially since his eyes, which seemed even more soul-stirring than usual, followed Qian Sisi wherever she went. This made Qian Sisi feel too embarrassed to stray too far from him, as if leaving him would be a kind of abandonment, stirring a sense of guilt in the young girl's heart.
Bai Cheng'an couldn't stomach greasy food like oily tea, so Auntie Chen prepared a light white congee for him first.
