Pei Yuanchen stared into her eyes.
At some point, her eyes had become misty, enveloped and moist.
This mist seemed to invade his heart as well, leaving his whole heart soaked in that moisture.
"Mm, I promise you," he spoke involuntarily, "I won't leave your side until you're well again."
Ziyi beamed brightly and once again attempted to reach out and hug him.
Luckily, Pei Yuanchen was quick to stop her.
His voice carried a hint of warning: "Don't move again!"
She puffed her cheeks slightly and obediently put her hand back, not daring to move again.
"Are you sleepy?" The man checked her forehead again, "Go back to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll feel better."
Ziyi shook her head and buried her head in his chest, "I don't want to sleep, Uncle Xiaobao, talk to me."
Pei Yuanchen stayed silent for a while and eventually did not refuse.
"Why did you run about when you were supposed to be drawing?" he couldn't help but question as he remembered the incident.
