"What do you want to hear," Mo Shiche also looked at her, "Do you want to hear me say that indeed it was I who hit myself, and then you can walk away feeling completely relieved?"
Luo Qiangwei met his gaze for a while, then slightly curved her lips, "Mo Shiche, do you know how annoying that feeling is—you assume that I would worry about you."
"So, do you worry?"
"..."
He even asked this?
Wouldn't she be worried if she were sitting here?
Luo Qiangwei didn't know why his question ignited such frustration in her. She stared at his indifferent handsome face for a moment, then suddenly put down her book, stood up, walked over to lock the hospital room door from inside, and drew all the curtains closed.
"I seemed to... recall a bit of the past just now."
