Yan Luoxi had no choice; reluctantly, she washed her feet and returned to the ward. Li Yeqi patted the empty spot beside him on the bed, "Sit here."
Yan Luoxi was too exhausted to argue. She sat on the hospital bed, too tired to keep her eyes open, and murmured, "Call me when you finish with the medicine. I'll take a nap first."
Li Yeqi glared at her, but she was already fast asleep the moment she touched the blanket. He withdrew his gaze and looked at her delicate, small ankle, which was severely swollen. He leaned over to cup her foot, which was just about the size of his palm.
His brows furrowed tighter. Enduring such pain to be strong—how on earth did she survive abroad for five years, especially with a child in tow? What was she thinking?
Whenever Li Yeqi recalled what Yanling had said to him that night, he felt uneasy inside. Were there many men pursuing her abroad? Did she fall asleep in front of other men as defenselessly as she did now?
