In the hospital room:
Two pairs of eyes met.
The woman's eyes clear… The man's deep, dark eyes were inscrutable with undercurrents swirling.
Jian Ran pursed her lips, unnaturally looking away.
Now… facing Gu Mochen, there was still some pressure.
Gu Mochen observed her subtle movements, his eyes darkened, his lips tightened into a slight smile.
"I made some soup, try it and see if it suits your taste."
"Okay."
Jian Ran sat quietly on the hospital bed, watching as the man took large strides towards her, then scooped a bowl of chicken soup and brought it to her.
"I can do it myself."
Jian Ran raised her hand to take the chicken soup from the man's hand, cradling it in hers, her gaze falling on the man's fair fingers, reddened from the heat.
Probably burned while making the soup, Jian Ran narrowed her phoenix eyes, feeling a twinge of pain for him.
Little did she know, Gu Mochen had been up since 6 AM preparing it.
Out of worry for Jian Ran, he hadn't slept all night.
