Gong Shaoyu stood there without moving, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Xinluo lying on the bed.
Lan Shan could clearly feel Beichen Rui's unfriendly stare in their direction, so she steeled herself and, without thinking twice, grabbed his large hand and dragged him away.
He blankly followed her out of the ward, his mind a jumble, yet the soft feel of her hand in his was undeniably real.
Looking down, he saw that Lan Shan was holding his hand. It was fair and flawless, soft and comfortable.
Once everyone left, Jingxi stood by the bedside, tiptoed, and touched her forehead gently to Ye Xinluo's.
The scorching heat made the little one exclaim in surprise, looking worriedly at Beichen Rui, and asked, "Daddy, will mommy be alright?"
Beichen Rui replied, "No, she won't have any problems."
The little one nodded, glanced at Ye Xinluo, and murmured, "Her head is so hot... what if it damages her brain?"
Beichen Rui: "..."
