"Of course," Ailin smiled, "Nan is just that special, some people even call him a monster."
Monster...
Jian Xi's pupils contracted sharply, an indescribable fear spreading from the depths of her heart.
Jian Xi felt a chill all over, swaying next to the hospital bed, her frail body nearly collapsing. Ailin supported her discreetly, and after several seconds, Jian Xi regained her composure, pushing down the fear, returning to normal.
Ailin glanced at her unassumingly and continued to examine Nan Mufeng.
"Ailin, shut up," Nan Mufeng barked coldly.
Ailin shrugged, putting away the medical equipment: "All right, you can be discharged now. As a celebration, shouldn't you treat me to a big meal?"
"I won't."
Nan Mufeng hurriedly dressed: "Wife, let's go, we're heading back to Jiangcheng."
"Wait..." Jian Xi shook her head, "Let's stay a few more days!"
"Why?" Nan Mufeng nearly wailed.