She pulled Mu Jingnan away from the doctor's office.
Holding Mu Jingnan's hand tightly, she realized that his hand had been firmly gripping hers in return.
Situ Yunshu slowed her pace; Mu Jingnan was tall and long-legged, so he should theoretically be walking faster.
Even in the past, to match her pace, he would only walk alongside her.
What's going on today?
Why is he walking so slowly? Is he in a bad mood?
"What's wrong? Why the frown?"
Mu Jingnan asked uneasily, "Yunshu, will you still take care of me when I've recovered?"
The woman's beautiful eyes and brows exuded a rare hint of boldness. Hearing this, she slightly raised an eyebrow, "Is that what you're worrying about?"
"Yes." He admitted openly, "When I was injured, you said you would take care of me until I recovered. Now that I've recovered, will you still take care of me?"
He asked anxiously, with great caution!
In the hospital corridor, under the cold lights, his handsome face looked slightly pale.
