Under the dim lighting, Mo Ting heard a familiar voice. He held back the throbbing pain in his head as he softened his expression and turned to look at Tangning, "Shouldn't you be boarding your flight?"
Mo Ting couldn't hear the difference in his own voice, but Tangning could detect the slightest difference; he was obviously trying to endure his pain.
Tangning felt her throat burning up and was afraid if she was to say anything she would start crying, so she put down the medicine in her hands and sat at the edge of the bed before gently helping Mo Ting to sit up. She pulled him into her embrace and tightened her grip around him.
"Have some medicine first."
Mo Ting was in a daze as he filled with anxiety. He felt Tangning's tears fall upon his shoulder, so he quickly tried to turn around, but she ordered, "Eat your medicine."
Mo Ting did not retaliate as he obediently took the medicine and water from Tangning's hands.
