Not... a dream?!
Almost instantly, Jiang Ni's expression shifted from stunned confusion to grievance.
She didn't know why, but the moment she saw him, tears seemed to be imminent.
Maybe it was because she was ill, her emotions were somewhat fluctuating.
She let out a petulant sniffle, not allowing Qin Jijing to see her facial expression clearly, as she burrowed determinedly into his embrace.
Qin Jijing's hand supported her back, "Don't move your hand around, or I'll have to re-stitch it."
He freed one hand to gently grasp her wrist, preventing the needle from slipping out.
Jiang Ni, without speaking, nuzzled up against him like a sleepy kitten just wakened.
"Why didn't you tell me when you fell sick?"
Qin Jijing managed to extricate her from his embrace since his hands were occupied, he simply bent his head, resting his forehead against hers.
Thankfully, she wasn't running a fever.
