When Feng Chuxue was conflicted about whether to wake up, Xia Yinian said, "I won't be angry," and then the two of them left.
Hearing the door closing, Feng Chuxue tightly grasped the bedsheet and sat up.
In the corridor, Feng Yan released Xia Yinian, and they walked side by side.
"You're really not hurt?" Feng Yan asked softly.
"Could she really hurt me?" Xia Yinian turned his head to look at him, frowning slightly.
"As long as you're fine." Feng Yan slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
"Did I trouble you?" Suddenly, Xia Yinian asked in a low voice.
With Grandpa's affairs, Yan was already very exhausted. As soon as she returned, he was still constantly worried about her safety.
"How could you?" Feng Yan looked ahead with a smile, as if these were things he was willing to do.
Seeing his optimistic attitude, Xia Yinian felt even more guilty.
Upon arriving at Feng Yan's room, Feng Yan stepped forward and pushed the door open.
"Get a good rest here tonight."
