Su Yuncheng returned with the medicine, Lin Nianhe had already retied her braids.
She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet. The sunlight spilled over her, her eyes lightly squinted, corners of her mouth slightly upturned.
Su Yuncheng unconsciously lightened his steps, afraid of disturbing her.
But when he was five steps away from her, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.
"You're back."
The girl's tone was cheerful, her voice lilting upwards, as if not at all bothered by Zhou Fenyang's matter.
Su Yuncheng responded in a low voice, taking out a jacket from the cloth bag he had brought in the morning and handed it to her: "Put this on, don't catch a cold again."
"Okay."
Lin Nianhe answered obediently, afraid that Su Yuncheng might change his mind and let her endure another injection.
His clothes were excessively large, she couldn't even stretch her hands out of them.
