Ning Xia walked past him as if he were air, not even glancing in his direction.
As she reached out to hail a cab, she heard the man suddenly grunt in pain, then his hand pressed against his heart, his handsome face showing a trace of agony.
The taxi had already stopped in front of Ning Xia, her hand gripping the door handle, yet she couldn't pull the door open.
There, Bo Siyan seemed to be in unbearable pain, bending over slowly at the waist.
Ning Xia bit her lower lip hard, knowing full well that she should ignore him and get into the taxi, but she just couldn't move.
The taxi driver urged, "Miss, are you getting in or not?"
Taking a deep breath, Ning Xia eventually let go of the handle little by little, turned back to Bo Siyan, and coldly said, "If you're sick, go to the hospital."
Bo Siyan struggled to lift his head, a smile creeping into his dark pupils, his voice low and hoarse, "Are you worried about me?"
