He had not seen it earlier from outside through the glass window, but when Mo Han reached her side he realized that her face actually looked rather frail. He could vaguely see dark eye circles, her face had a strange red flush, he touched her forehead and felt that it was slightly warm.
She slept rather deeply, leaning on his shoulder without much movement. It was no wonder that the waitress was afraid and wanted to send her to the hospital.
He had only been gone for eight days, how had things become like this?
Mo Han quietly sat beside her, her bag in between the two of them. Mo Han gently took the bag away, and a bottle of medicine dropped out of the bag onto Mo Han's feet.
He took it up and realized that it was sleeping pills.
Mo Han turned his head to look at Xia Qingyi, who was sleeping without a sound.
