Zhan Qipei returned home, brought some items to the hospital, and placed them on the sofa beside him. He then took a hard stool and sat beside Qiao Jing's hospital bed.
The sofa was some distance from the bed, but he just wanted to stay close to Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing glanced at the big bag and guessed it was her change of clothes. Had Zhan Qipei gone home just to bring these?
By then, it was already late, and Zhan Qipei had to work the next day.
"You can go back now."
Zhan Qipei was stunned. He should go back? His wife was hospitalized, and as her husband, how could he leave?
"I'll stay the night."
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and looked seriously at Zhan Qipei, "You still have to work tomorrow. I'll be fine on my own."
She didn't want to hinder Zhan Qipei's work because of her, especially since she could take care of herself, albeit feeling a bit weak.
Zhan Qipei acted as if he hadn't heard her and started peeling an apple for Qiao Jing.