As Song Yi spoke, she was about to pull him up.
The man, however, took the opportunity to clasp her hand, his palm radiating a scorching warmth.
Song Yi faltered for a moment, her gaze involuntarily turning towards Tang Si.
He had his eyes closed, brows tightly knitted, seemingly in great discomfort, his hand gripping the chair tightly, veins protruding from his arm, as if enduring pain.
The nearby tiny fairy lights flickered on Tang Si's face, alternately bright and dim.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called his name softly, her voice unconsciously becoming gentle.
"Mm." He responded with his eyes closed, and then, in a heavy, patient tone: "Stay with me for a while."
"Really don't need to go to the hospital?" Song Yi still worried, knowing this wasn't something that could be fixed by just staying for a while.
