Xiao Yu looked up at him. She had no intention of angering him; she was merely stating a fact that she could not reach him, so she should bury her feelings from the start.
"You just woke up, your body hasn't recovered yet. Go back to bed and lie down for a while, otherwise, if your wound reopens, you'll be the one to suffer."
Her softened tone carried a hint of compromise. Gong Ting's sharp gaze gradually calmed down, but he still stood there without moving.
Xiao Yu lifted her small face and gently tugged at his hand. That gesture of goodwill evaporated the last bit of anger in his heart. He followed her back to the hospital bed, letting her lead him.
He clutched her palm, "Don't go back. Stay here with me."
Xiao Yu lowered her head, looking at their intimately interlocked fingers. Her heart fluttered slightly. Even knowing there would be no outcome between them, she let herself sink deeper.
"If I don't go back, Aunt Liu will worry."
