Dan Hanjie casually picked up a shirt to wear, and wrung out a wet towel from the bathroom, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Qin Youxuan murmured softly but did not awaken.
She let Dan Hanjie tidy her up, covering her with the blanket.
As he bent down to pick up the messy clothes on the ground, a noticeable hard object made him furrow his brows.
It turned out to be Qin Youxuan's clothes, and squinting his eyes, he pulled out a medicine bottle from the pocket.
Seeing what it was, his eyes tensed.
He turned his head to look at Qin Youxuan.
Had she discovered something?
The medicine bottle in his palm felt like a hot iron, scorching to hold.
Dan Hanjie's gaze flickered slightly as he took the medicine bottle and left the bedroom.
...
Qin Youxuan did not know how long she had slept, only feeling she slept deeply, vaguely feeling someone holding her.
She wanted to push away but couldn't.
She woke up with a splitting headache.
