"What are you doing?"
Seeing how Zhan Lichuan had already sat up on his own and was even trying to put on his shoes, Jing Qian quickly rushed over to hold him. She placed her hand on the part of his back where the sutures were, afraid that he might tear it open. Then, without her famous unique, dragging tone, she said to Zhan Lichuan with a hint of frustration, "What are you trying to do? We just close this wound, and it can be torn open easily!"
Zhan Lichuan then realized that he was able to sit up on his own and could even move his legs.
He was extremely delighted. The pain that came from his back, which caused a sharp, chilly look in his eyes, was immediately softened from the happiness of being able to move his legs.
As he turned to Jing Qian and saw the anger in her eyes, he noticed how much less the anger she was showing through her voice was in comparison.
"I'm sorry, Qianqian."
There were no excuses, only a simple, regretful apology.
