"The person who booked the room and paid for it is you, isn't it?" Qin Yucen blinked her clear black and white eyes, meeting his gaze.
Huo Jingtang didn't deceive her and slightly nodded his head, "I didn't spend any money either, this is my hotel, and it's no big deal for your grandmother and father to stay a while. Money isn't important, what's important is that I can help you."
So he had really been waiting for her at the hospital all the time, then followed Xi Yan's car to the hotel. He had been silent along the way, never letting her know. In the deep cold of winter, he, a high and mighty figure, had stooped to be here for her. If she said she wasn't moved at all, that would be a lie. Ripples were spreading across the lake of her heart.
"Didn't I tell you not to wait for me? Isn't it better to stay at home on such a cold day?" A sourness rose at the tip of her nose; she felt like crying.
