Nan Sichen frowned at her, then shook his head.
Qin Yin suddenly burst into laughter through her tears, "Yes, yes, you're right, I shouldn't cry. You're almost better, you're starting to talk, which means your vocal cords are still fine. I should be happy, I should be smiling."
So Qin Yin forced a smile, but the more she smiled, the more she wanted to cry, and she ended up both laughing and wiping her tears.
Nan Sichen quietly watched her and then spoke again, "Your smile is even uglier than your crying. You might as well just cry."
Qin Yin: "..."
Qin Yin looked at Nan Sichen with tear-streaked cheeks, feeling like something was wrong.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Yin asked with a heavy nasal tone.
Nan Sichen stopped speaking, leaving Qin Yin somewhat at a loss. A sense of foreboding welled up within her, and she reached out to touch his face, but he avoided her.
"Nan Sichen, do you know who I am?" she asked fearfully.
"Who are you?" Nan Sichen asked.
