When Song Xueyun saw him struggling with opening a water bottle, she felt a pang of hurt in her hand.
Why must this boy suffer so much?
She grabbed the water bottle from his hand and opened it for him before passing him the bottle back.
That idiot!
Lu Xuan raised his eyes to glance at her blandly and took the bottle. No words were passed between them. No words were needed between them either. They were sitting there for a few minutes after taking the medicines as suggested by the doctor.
"Ah Xuan, you have a bruised rib," Song Xueyun couldn't control herself anymore and said, "How are you going to handle it? You need to stay at the hospital."
Actually, Lu Xuan was hurt enough to stay a night at the hospital but he was behaving as if he wasn't crawling in pain. It was obvious to her that he was greatly hurt but was feigning as if she couldn't see anything.
"I'm fine," Lu Xuan said like he wasn't dying in pain.
"You are not–"
