He didn't want to pay attention to her, didn't want to care about her, but he had no way to control it. As long as she was around, his gaze would uncontrollably fall on her, and all his thoughts would be wrapped up in her—worrying if she would catch a cold walking around barefoot, worrying if she was taking her medicine on time.
But he kept telling himself it was useless; no matter how much he worried, it meant nothing to her.
Bai Zhi naturally had no idea what was going on behind her back. She only knew that after finishing her work she caught a cold; her nose wouldn't stop running, even breathing became difficult, and she could only use her mouth to help her breathe. But once she did that, her throat got unbearably dry, so she could only keep drinking hot water over and over.
She was supposed to meet with Li Mingyu, but in her current state, that appointment definitely wasn't going to happen.
