Su Nanxing's first reaction was to turn around and leave.
But Qiao Muye already called out to her, "Xingxing!"
This was a hospital, and Su Nanxing didn't want to attract an audience, so she had no choice but to stop, compose her expression, and turn back to look at Qiao Muye.
Qiao Muye took three steps in two and approached her, anxiously starting, "Xingxing, what you just said… Why? I…"
Qiao Muye didn't know why he was so panicked.
The girl's rejection and indifference made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
He hadn't felt this way in many years.
If this were the younger Qiao Muye, he might think he was falling in love for the first time because he felt he cared about Su Nanxing too much.
But now he knew clearly that it wasn't that.
His feelings for Su Nanxing weren't like that.
It was just a simple desire to care for her, to look after her.
"Xingxing, is there something I'm not doing right? Please tell me, I can change," he pleaded.
