"Eh, you don't know? I don't seem to have seen her, she might have left this place already."
"Left?"
Cen Dongsheng furrowed his brow.
"Where did she go?"
He subconsciously tried to rise, but his strength suddenly drained, and he fell back onto the bed.
"There, there, look at you, such a worrier."
An Zhizhen soothed with a gentle tone.
"You should rest first, leave the rest to me."
Leave it to you? It's still not the time to leave it to you... Despite this, under Sister Zhi Zhen's soothing, he obediently lay down.
*
Half an hour later, An Zhizhen watched as Cen Dongsheng slept on the bed.
She rested her chin in her hand, admiring the youth's sleeping face up close, her lips involuntarily curving upwards.
For her, this was a marvelously new experience in life, simply watching someone's face filled her with pleasant emotions, even doing nothing felt meaningful.