"You're afraid that I'll die from the fever, that you can't bear to lose me, right?"
He looked at her full of hope.
Jiang Wei'er avoided his gaze, pulled her hand back, and looked away, "Bingxue, I need time to process this."
She knew that the fault wasn't entirely on Xue Bingxue and her mother; Xiao Linsu was too insecure, she was blinded as a person involved, and too foolish, unable to clearly distinguish right from wrong.
Hearing her say she needed time, Xue Bingxue became very nervous and immediately made his position clear, "I won't break up, absolutely not."
Jiang Wei'er reached for the medicine jar on the table and threw it at him.
The plastic medicine bottle couldn't be very heavy; she lifted her hand high but couldn't bring herself to do it when it fell.
Xue Bingxue didn't dodge, letting the bottle hit his arm and roll onto the floor. He picked it up and offered it back to Jiang Wei'er, "I won't dodge; hit me if you want."
