When sick, people become much more fragile.
Ji Zeqiu, who usually faced Lin Xu's fierce temper, now acted much more obediently. He lay in bed, quietly glancing at Lin Xu beside him; she was confirming his medication with the nurse. The sunshine outside the window spilled onto her cheeks, making even the fine fuzz on her face visible, bathed in the sunlight.
It was a sight that made it hard to look away.
Feeling the gaze upon her, Lin Xu turned to look and met Ji Zeqiu's eyes.
He quickly turned his head away, pretending to look up at the IV drip hanging above, counting how much time was left until it was finished.
Lin Xu's eyes curved, and after listening to the nurse's instructions, she stepped forward to pat his head.
"My hairstyle is all messed up," Ji Zeqiu muttered quietly, yet unusually, he did not resist, and a blush silently crept up to his ears hidden under the blanket.
"Your hair looks handsome even when it's messy," Lin Xu laughed.
