Tan Yulin's hand paused as he gripped the medicine bottle, his gaze filled with worry.
"Just now, I thought you were going to grab the pillow. That was hers."
Gu Yelin's words were vague and cryptic, leaving Tan Yulin struggling to piece together their meaning. Only after much effort did he realize that the pillow he had tried to take belonged to An Yiqing, which explained why Boss had erupted in anger even in his sleep.
Sigh! How deep must his feelings run for even a pillow to hold such meaning?
"Boss, you need to take care of yourself. If Xiao Qing comes back and sees you this thin, how distressed she'll be."
Gu Yelin's dark eyes dimmed, and he silently nodded.
"What's the update on the search over there?"
"No news, nothing has been found. Boss, do you think Xiao Qing might have been swept by the vortex to another place?"
Gu Yelin didn't reply, his right hand clasping the pair of deep-blue cufflinks An Yiqing had bought for him, his gaze heavy and somber.
