An An felt a bit guilty; she should have injured her hand again this morning.
Feng Zhihe looked concerned, "Son, you must treat her well in the future and can't bully her. You recovered so quickly this time because An An used several days' worth of heart blood as medicine to make you better."
Lu Mingfei's expression turned even uglier upon hearing this.
He truly was careless; those days she wore makeup every time she came to see him, whereas she normally doesn't like to wear makeup.
Moreover, she ate so diligently every day, which should have clued him in.
Seeing his face dark as the bottom of a pot, An An quickly held his hand, "It's okay, really okay, see, I'm perfectly fine now? I told you, I would find a way to cure you. I need to rely on you for the rest of my life. You are my pillar."
Lu Mingfei reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Zhuo Anan, never take risks for me again."
