Luo Ye returned to Mary Hospital after nine o'clock in the evening. Caretaker Sister Liu was persuading Sang Qingqing to rest early. Seeing Luo Ye come in, Sang Qingqing's lips curled into a happy smile: "Ye'er, didn't I tell you not to come over? Sister Liu keeping me company is enough."
Luo Ye smirked teasingly, "Lying is not what good children do, Qingqing, are you not sleeping because you're waiting for me?"
"Can't you just let it slide?" Sang Qingqing's cheeks flushed a deep red.
Luo Ye sincerely complimented: "Qingqing, you are so beautiful!" These past few days, Sang Qingqing's complexion had regained its rosiness. Her naturally pretty but frail face, draped in an oversized hospital gown, exuded a pitiable charm that made one want to cherish her from the bottom of their heart.
Sang Qingqing shuddered: "Ye'er, can you please not say such cheesy things."
Luo Ye nodded: "Qingqing, you're really ugly!"
Sang Qingqing: "..."
