The silence followed by Li Xinyuan's abrupt confession felt like he had been pushed into an ice cellar.
Overcome by embarrassment of his hasty behaviour, burning heat seemed to climb up his neck as the surgeon opened his mouth, wanting to take back his words.
But before he could even allow himself to retrieve those words, Liu Mingyun turned his face away, swiftly dissolving into a fit of raspy coughs.
A bolt shot right up Li Xinyuan's body at the painful wheezing coughs and the realisation set in: against his better judgement, his betrothed had forced himself upright.
To kiss him.
Which, quite obviously, sent his injuries spiralling.
Fool! Shaken, the surgeon rebuked the Crown Prince in his mind. Who asked you to get up?!
In front of him, Liu Mingyun coughed, wheezing from the lack of breath in his lungs as he gasped, head spinning from a dizzy spell and the buzzing heat from Li Xinyuan's confession.
