Gu Mian instinctively looked towards the bed, and Li Tingshen, unbeknownst to her, was already awake, leaning against the headboard, his profound eyes staring deeply at her.
Gu Mian felt extremely awkward, "When... when did you wake up?"
"Just woke up." Li Tingshen's voice was a bit hoarse.
"I'll go change my clothes."
Gu Mian hurried into the wardrobe, found a set of clothes to change into, and by the time she came out, her expression had returned to normal, "It's good that you're awake—grandma was very worried about you. I'll go get you something to eat, eat something then take your medicine."
Gu Mian turned to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Li Tingshen's fever had receded, his palm was a bit cool, but he held on especially tight.
"Is grandma the only one worried about me?"
His voice came low and husky.
