Qin Jiran looked at Su Yanyi with a doting gaze, not caring about the risk of contagion. If Yanyi ever fell ill, he would surely take good care of her.
They spent the night without incident, and the next morning, Su Yanyi woke up early. The first thing she did was to touch Qin Jiran's forehead. Feeling that his temperature seemed about normal, she finally relaxed; there probably wasn't a big issue.
Qin Jiran sensed Su Yanyi's movement and woke up, his eyes filled with an immeasurable tenderness as he said, "Morning."
"How do you feel, still uncomfortable?" Su Yanyi asked with concern.
After assessing himself, Qin Jiran revealed a sunny smile and said, "I feel fine everywhere now, you don't have to worry."
Yet Su Yanyi was somewhat skeptical and gave him a serious look before confirming, "Are you really all better? Don't push yourself!"
