Qiao Yuxian lay on the bed, her bangs wet. She heard what Gu Yanjing said, looked at him fixedly, and after a while, pouted and cried, "You're so cruel. I'm still in the hospital, and you just break my heart like that."
Gu Yanjing's hand halted while wiping her sweat. He touched her face and apologized, "I'm sorry."
Qiao Yuxian's cries were all sound and no tears: "I'm so miserable. Being treated like this by my own mother."
Gu Yanjing touched her head again, and a hint of heartache inadvertently appeared in his cold eyes.
After crying for a while, Qiao Yuxian suddenly stopped, holding Gu Yanjing's hand, and asked, "Aren't people supposed to hallucinate when they get mushroom poisoning? Why am I just dizzy?"
"You're allergic," Gu Yanjing revealed, "You didn't eat poisonous mushrooms."
"Oh." Qiao Yuxian's "oh" carried a sense of disappointment.
Gu Yanjing looked at her disappointed little expression.
