Separated by a dining table, Shen Zhiyi frowned deeply, her peace of mind disturbed by a remark from Pei Yu.
She had not fully recovered yet, and under the warm light, her complexion was pale. With slightly pursed lips, she looked both confused and irritated.
Pei Yu sighed softly, not wanting to upset her, and lowered his voice, "I'm just not at ease with you being alone, that's all."
He knew he was being impatient, but he couldn't help it, especially since she was injured now. He just wanted to be by her side.
Shen Zhiyi looked at him without making a sound, still frowning. After a long while, she said stiffly, "I don't need anyone to take care of me, you should go back."
Even if she truly needed someone to take care of her, that person should not be Pei Yu.