When He Juan took his hand back, Mu Yuze had no idea whether he should be relieved or disappointed to lose that tender warmth. However, he hurriedly caught himself as soon as the thought crossed his mind.
'Do not be greedy,' he told himself severely. 'Do not harbor hope. He's just treating you like usual, so why does your heart flutter so much?!'
"Have you eaten yet? Doctor Jia has given you medicine, right? Are you sure you are not feeling dizzy or nauseous? Remember not to keep it to yourself if you are uncomfortable, okay?" With every question He Juan asked, Mu Yuze either nodded or shook his head in response, not trusting that his voice wouldn't betray the emotions he was feeling within. There was a slight pause before the man asked again, this time his tone a bit low, "I heard you got a concussion? Ha… those damn bastards."
