After her parents and the twins left, the VIP ward grew quiet, the stillness almost unnatural. Song Chengfeng took over the twins' place by her bedside, standing there silently and watching her. His gaze was steady, intent, and hard to ignore.
Qi Jianyi felt his eyes on her and tried to act indifferent, but the weight of his stare made it impossible. Finally, she sighed, lifting her head to meet his gaze.
"Alright, stop staring at me like that," she said, rolling her eyes. "If you have something to ask, just ask already."
Song Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at her reaction. The way she complained, the way she rolled her eyes—it was a glimpse of the Qi Jianyi he was used to.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he moved to the chair by her bed, the same one Mrs. Qi had been sitting in earlier.
