In his eyes, even though she often appeared carefree and wore a brilliant springtime smile, she was also very shy.
In the past, when she fell ill, he would prescribe her some medicine, and she would be alright.
Today, she has already received an IV infusion, but she still hasn't shown any signs of improvement.
Besides the cool sensation of the stethoscope on her skin, there was also his touch, his fingers brushing her skin as he held the other end of the stethoscope.
Those familiar fingertips, calloused yet gentle, had traced her skin countless times...
There was a fluttering sensation, quietly stirring within the depths of her heart.
There was a kind of love that inadvertently flowed into her bloodstream.
There was a man who, despite seeming fierce, made her feel warm inside.
Gu Qingchen stared at the faint blush on her face: "What are you thinking about?"
