An Lin's emotions flickered in her eyes, and her facial expressions were incredibly expressive.
She looked at the handsome face of Qin Mu in front of her, her gaze inadvertently landing on his thin lips, suddenly recalling last night.
Initially, she worried about his fever. After he knocked the water glass she was holding and closed the door, she cleaned up the floor and then knocked on the door.
Qin Mu's voice came through the door, laden with restrained emotions, "An Lin, you better go home quickly."
"If you don't open the door, I'm staying here all night without leaving."
An Lin spoke while continuously knocking on the door.
Qin Mu was unfazed by her threat and did not open the door; An Lin stood at the door, truly not leaving.
One inside, one outside.
Separated by a door, it took less than a minute before An Lin heard Qin Mu's pained voice, vaguely, unable to hear clearly, but she knew he sounded very distressed.
