Zhuo Junyue nodded, "Okay, let's not leave her outside. Honey, don't worry, An An will be fine. You didn't really eat dinner, will you eat a bit with me?"
Ningyan wanted to say she wasn't hungry; An An was still in danger, and she really couldn't bring herself to do anything else.
However, Zhuo Junyue was just as worried as she was.
"Alright..."
Zhuo Junyue took her hand and led her into the lounge, telling the housekeeper to quickly bring the food over.
Zhuo Junyue, holding her hand now, could feel her veins and bones becoming more prominent.
The housekeeper soon delivered the meal, but Zhuo Junyue was still too worried to eat.
Fortunately, An An now was back with them.
Zhuo Junyue took out the soup for her, "Honey, eat a bit more."
Ningyan nodded. Though she didn't have much appetite, she still tried to eat something with Zhuo Junyue.
After dinner, Zhuo Junyue and Ningyan returned to the intensive care unit.
