He didn't want to see her anymore, afraid that the hard shell he had painstakingly built around his heart would be shattered by her compassion. It would turn into sharp fragments, piercing his heart, and make it bleed.
"I have cold medicine. Let me get it for you." Wen Nuan looked at him, her heart aching in spasms. She knew he said he wasn't feverish, just to reassure her. She remembered there was spare medicine in the office and wanted to get it for him. His condition made her very worried.
"No need, I have some cold medicine too." Tan Qing opened a drawer, took out a box of medicine and shook it at her before putting it away again, a hint of self-mockery rising in his heart.
But it was just a box of vitamins, so he didn't dare let her see it clearly before putting it away.
Wen Nuan was finally a bit reassured and said goodbye to him: "Then I'll go first, remember to take the medicine."
