Xu Ancheng lay on the deck chair, letting Yi Roujing lie on him, his chin resting on the top of Yi Roujing's head, gently rubbing, feeling a unique sense of ease under the warm sun.
"What do you want for lunch?" Xu Ancheng asked, "Should we eat out?"
"I don't feel like going out." Yi Roujing's voice was muffled.
"Oh, I just called Aunt Guixian; you're fine." Xu Ancheng still couldn't bear to let Yi Roujing feel too sad.
"Huh?" Yi Roujing looked up at Xu Ancheng's gentle eyes in confusion.
"Wang Qiushuang's daughter, Ding Lingli, doesn't have tuberculosis, just pneumonia. The test results came out, and the previous hospital must have misdiagnosed it." Xu Ancheng explained.
Yi Roujing's eyes widened with uncontainable joy, and she sat up straight, "Really?"
"What good would it do me to lie to you?" Xu Ancheng snorted softly.
"Wow, then I..." Before Yi Roujing could stand up, Xu Ancheng pulled her back down again.
