Gavin said, "Go upstairs and rest, the doctor will be here soon."
Cherry silently shed tears, not looking at him or responding.
Gavin couldn't do anything about it, so he patiently persuaded, "Stop crying, in this position, even when the doctor arrives, he won't be able to examine you."
Cherry closed her eyes, and tears fell like raindrops, "My stomach hurts, I can't walk."
Gavin: "…"
Why does he feel this creeping irritation…
After all these years of self-cultivation, this feeling of irritation is truly nostalgic.
Gavin silently pondered, then said, "I'll carry you back to your room."
Cherry looked up at him, her tearful eyes full of doubt, "Don't you dislike me?"
Gavin laughed.
Pretty self-aware.
"Did I say I dislike you?" he asked with a smile.
Cherry said, "You just yelled at me and made the chair so loud! If it weren't for me being able to help you with your illness, you'd have kicked me out long ago. It's obvious, I'm not stupid."
Gavin: "…"
