Holding Li Zhaojun's cold, delicate, and smooth little hand, Ye Fan led Li Zhaojun back to the living room.
"How is it?" the old man Li asked with concern.
Ye Fan pretended nothing had happened and smiled, "Grandpa, it's nothing serious. It's just the weather being too hot; Zhaojun usually stays in air-conditioned rooms, and she caught a bit of a cold. The sudden change from cold to hot caused a little bleeding. I helped her adjust her qi, and now she's fine."
"Young people these days are really in poor health, not even as strong as this old man's worn-out body," the old man Li shook his head, "You'd better take Jun'er to the hospital for a checkup."
"But..." Ye Fan said.
The old man Li waved to interrupt Ye Fan, "No buts. Just go. It's not like you can't come back next weekend. Health is important."
"Alright then. Goodbye, Grandpa." Ye Fan had no choice but to say. At the same time, he gently squeezed Li Zhaojun's jade hand as a reminder for her to say goodbye to the old man.
