Her ordinary question caused Lu Qingyan's wrist, which was holding the spoon, to tremble slightly.
He actually should have taken revenge on her.
Loudly and satisfyingly telling her to get lost.
But he was in pain, in pain every day.
Jiang Nanshu's indifference caused his heart to spasm in agony.
He seemed unable to warm her up.
Lu Qingyan calmed his emotions and stared at her face with his dark eyes, "Do you also care about whether I live or die?"
Seeing the redness begin to gather in his eyes again.
Jiang Nanshu was afraid he would cry again, with Old Sir Lu still outside, it wouldn't be good to gain a reputation for harming a patient.
"If I didn't want to bother with you, I wouldn't have gone to look for you last night. It was freezing to death late at night, who would want to be outside?" As Jiang Nanshu spoke, she muttered and complained, "I hate snow, hate winter, it's cold."
[Male protagonist's goodwill value increases by 10%.]
He scoffed coldly, "Hypocrite."
