Ling Yuanhang's fingers paused, his smile briefly froze, but then it resumed its usual warmth.
"Xinxin, it's me, I'm back."
His voice was very soft and magnetic, making one's heart feel warm.
Suxin was also somewhat stunned; when she felt the touch on her forehead, the name "Ziqian" slipped out without passing through her thoughts.
"Yuanhang, why did you come back so soon?" Suxin's face brightened immediately as well.
"I called you but got no answer, then I called Ziqian, only to find out you were hospitalized, so I hurried back." Ling Yuanhang looked at Suxin with such tender eyes, touching her cheek, "Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No, it's all better since the fever subsided." Suxin struggled to sit up from the bed, Ling Yuanhang promptly helped her to sit properly, then placed the pillow behind her for support.
"Don't move around too much, you still have an IV in your hand."
