Yan Jing seems to have planned her time well as she arrived after Jiang Qinghan left.

The moment she entered, she gently shut the door and even locked it before she pulled the curtains and quietly sat beside Su Tao.

“Is there anything wrong?” Su Tao asked with a smile.

Rolling her eyes, Yan Jing sourly replied, “There will be something wrong if there’s nothing wrong! You’re already in this state, so how can I possibly feel good?”

Adjusting his posture, Su Tao propped himself so that he could get a better look at Yan Jing’s face while lying on the bed before he exclaimed from shock, “You cried?”

Glaring at him, Yan Jing denied, “How is that possible? I’ve always been cold-blooded, and my tear glands have already dried up!”

“See, I’m still alive, and it’s just a superficial wound that will recover after a week.” Su Tao gave a brief ponder, and knew that Yan Jing was making a cold remark since she must have been apprehensive about his injury. Hence, he smiled. “But thinking about it again, you can consider this to be something good instead. At least I can see how important I am in your heart,...