She couldn't understand why fate had to bestow such an illness on Shaocheng—is this what they call a momentary seizure? It was clearly another onset of the disease!
Gu Shaocheng had already weathered the initial panic, now he seemed composed, even comforting Chenxing in return, his hand resting on her back, gently stroking down.
Her heart was beating violently; he understood her fear, even though he was actually more afraid than she was.
Bowing his head, he brushed the stray hairs from her face behind her ear, and tenderly caressed her cheek—his slightly cold fingertips gently gliding over her nose, provoking tears to well up in the girl's eyes.
He shook his head, his voice dreamy and very soft, "Don't cry, be good."
Chenxing rubbed the corners of her eyes firmly, then the next second, she supported him, "You sit down, sit down, don't overexert yourself, I will massage you, Doctor Tian mentioned that massage is good for the muscles."
