Sie Yufei felt that Guan Manling had changed.
In the past, she would kick him, glare at him, and even curse at him with "Get lost!"
Now, she had become gentle, yet pale.
The once passionate and wilful Guan Family's eldest daughter was confined to the sickbed, consumed by illness.
If possible, he would rather have her always cursing at him, glaring at him, and kicking him.
She could dislike him, could always dislike him, if only she could be healthy.
Guan Manling looked somewhat tired, slowly leaning against the wall.
"Ah, the wall is cold," Sie Yufei instinctively stretched out his hand again, "Go sit over there."
His hand paused mid-air, feeling somewhat presumptuous and wanting to retract, but Guan Manling grabbed his wrist.
"Could you help me a moment?"
"Of, of course."
Sie Yufei's mind went blank, and dazedly he helped Guan Manling to the bench in the corridor.
