After giving her water, Li Yeqi got up to go to the washroom and brought back a basin of hot water. He wrung out a hot towel and sat beside the bed carefully wiping her face and hands, treating Fu Lun as if he were air.
Yan Luoxi's throat hurt and she didn't speak. Li Yeqi was always a man of few words, even less likely to engage with Fu Lun.
For a moment, standing in the hospital room, Fu Lun felt like an outsider, ostracized from their world.
The scene before him was glaringly painful to endure.
His gaze, full of infatuation, fell upon her pale, sickly face. The brows that had been tightly furrowed since he entered had not relaxed, but now, it was no longer his turn to feel distressed for her.
"Luoxi, take good care of yourself. The show crew has already discussed it and will wait until you're better before resuming filming. I'll come to see you again tomorrow," Fu Lun said, placing the roses from his embrace on the bedside table.
