Xing Yanjie tucked her in, then turned to the maid beside him and said, "Take good care of her. If her condition worsens, I won't let you off the hook."
"Yes," the two maids bowed their heads.
As soon as Xing Yanjie left, Xing Ling felt her mind become much clearer.
However, it seemed that she hadn't seen Ye Sihan since she woke up this morning.
Did he know she was sick?
Why hadn't he come to see her?
It was muddled thinking, but she still found herself longing for that man.
Unable to help herself, Xing Ling asked the maid, "Where is Ye Sihan?"
"Mr. Ye has gone to the office."
"..." Xing Ling felt it was redundant to ask.
She wasn't a sentimentalist. Even if Ye Sihan were here, her sickness wouldn't improve – she'd still have to recover gradually through IV drips.
Yet, she couldn't shake a persistent feeling of dejection.
She hoped Ye Sihan would stay with her. Didn't he realize how fragile a person could be when they were sick...
