"..."
"I only advised you for Nanjue," Chen An poured water into a cup, a slight smile on his handsome face, "He's so head over heels for you that he can't stand up, so I have to support you."
There was a hint of teasing in his words, trying to lighten the mood. Tong Ran naturally understood and nodded, "I know, thank you anyway."
Chen An handed the cup over, and she took it after sitting up. The heat from the cup warmed her cold fingers as she took a sip, her face gradually gaining some color, "How is Mo Nanjue now?"
"He's fine, everything's been checked and is normal," Chen An knew that would be her first question once she calmed down. He glanced at the time, "He probably hasn't woken up yet, but it should be soon."
The worry in Tong Ran's heart eased. She gripped the cup tightly, "Was his relapse this time because he inhaled those crimson powders?"
