Ding Long glanced casually at Ding Jinshi and asked leisurely, "Is it me that makes you happy, or this pickled vegetable?"
"The pickled vegetable." Ding Jinshi answered without hesitation, cleanly and directly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes.
"I knew it." Ding Long shrugged, showing a playful expression, which also served to amuse Ding Jinshi.
Ding Long watched as Ding Jinshi ate her meal and took her medicine. After a little while, she lay back in bed and quickly fell asleep.
Looking at his beloved sleeping with her mouth open due to a blocked nose, Ding Long found it notably cute. Ding Jinshi's lips were quite thin, and after being sick for several days, they were dry, flaky, and lacked any color, clearly showing signs of malnutrition. Ding Long truly felt a pang of heartache, raised his hand to tuck her in, and then took the keys and left Ding Jinshi's dormitory.
