Yuan Feng died?
Jiang Nanshu thought that although he was severely injured, it wasn’t his time to die yet, his lover hadn’t been cured, so how could he have died?
Lu Qingyan saw Jiang Nanshu in a daze, and finding the monk’s robe she was wearing really an eyesore, he went out. Five minutes later, he came back in, holding a shopping bag in his hand: "There are new clothes inside, take off the monk’s robe you’re wearing first, it doesn’t look good!"
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
She looked down at herself.
Although the thing was a bit large, it was wearable.
The encounter with Zhou Yanxu from last night flashed through her mind, void of any joy and ending in an unpleasant parting, Jiang Nanshu couldn’t possibly go back to him.
Lu Qingyan, seeing her just staring at the clothes, was half mad with irritation.
Was she reminiscing about someone through these clothes?
He locked the door of the ward, then personally started to help her undress: "Wear something more form-fitting, this is too loose, it can let the wind in."
Jiang Nanshu clutched her own collar tightly: "I’m not cold, let go first."
"This clothing offends me." His voice was slightly cold as he made this articulated complaint.
"..."
"Lu Qingyan!" Her voice contained a touch of annoyance.
Heh, she’s irritated, no more endearments, she’s calling the full name now, he felt even more encouraged, and pulled the new apricot sweater over her head.
Jiang Nanshu capitulated: "Alright, alright, I’ll change myself, you go out."
Lu Qingyan then let go of her, not making it difficult for her, and gave her a gentle smile: "Okay."
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
After confirming that Lu Qingyan had gone out, she began to change her clothes. Jiang Nanshu considered for a long time and decided to take the coffee-colored monk’s robe with her for the time being.
When she came out, Lu Qingyan’s gaze immediately fell on the neatly folded monk’s robe in her hand.
[Why do you always stare at my monk’s robe? It’s a memento from Yulin Temple. Or do you want to wear it? It’s a small size; it wouldn’t fit you. If you want one, go get it from the temple yourself!]
Lu Qingyan heard her inner grumbling and the firm set of her little face.
With pursed lips, he ultimately said nothing, and instead, taking her hand, he said: "Let’s go."
Jiang Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief.
She just assumed that Lu Qingyan was being moody; at least they hadn’t been seen by two other people, which would have affected her progress in completing tasks.
Thinking of this.
The warmth from the palm of her hand transmitted to her, brightening Jiang Nanshu’s sullen mood by quite a bit. She took the initiative to cling to his arm, the formerly serious face now replaced with a smile: "Sweetheart, I want to eat clay pot rice, I’m hungry."
"Clay pot rice?" Lu Qingyan hadn’t eaten such things before.
Jiang Nanshu nodded: "Mhm, it’s really delicious, haven’t you eaten it before?"
Lu Qingyan shook his head: "No."
Ever since he was a child, Lu Mother was very strict with him, and later on, as his academic burden increased, his diet was precisely planned by a professional nutritionist in terms of meat and vegetable balance. He never specifically went out of his way to eat anything.
"I’ll join you, but you have to drink the porridge first, you haven’t eaten much all day."
Only then did Jiang Nanshu notice that he was holding a takeaway box, with a serving of porridge inside, still warm, likely brought alongside the clothes.
"Thank you."
Lu Qingyan responded with a hum through his nose: "Mhm, you know who treats you well now, don’t you?"
"..."
Why is he always harping on who treats her well?
Jiang Nanshu responded obligingly: "Mhm, it’s you, you treat me the best, you’re my precious treasure, alright now?"
Lu Qingyan: "..."
Speechless!
Jiang Nanshu really didn’t have much of an appetite, took a bite and then set it aside.
Lu Qingyan didn’t force her to finish it and drove her back to Port City. When they arrived, it was already 9 PM.
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