For the next few days, it went just as Mo Han said. He still took Xia Qingyi to and from class everyday even though he had returned to work.
The plaster on Xia Qingyi's arm was not removed yet, so it was still a little inconvenient for her in her everyday life. During these times, Mo Han would walk to her and help her with all sorts of things without saying a word.
Just like one time, Xia Qingyi's elbow got stuck when she was wearing her coat, and she was grimacing in pain as she used her right hand to slide her left into the sleeve. Mo Han saw it and walked over to help her wear her clothes and pull her zip, his movements fluid and meticulous. Every time he did this, Xia Qingyi would highly suspect that he had taken the wrong medicine.
Or that her brother had changed without her knowing.
