Jian Dan lifted her gaze, seeing the worry and tension in his eyes. Ashamed of her own baseness yet managing a smile, she said, "Uncle Bo Qin, it's really nothing serious. I don't feel unwell either—maybe just a bit sleepy and craving some rest. Today, I had some really delicious pastries downstairs. I asked Sister Wen Xue to prepare some for you. Shall we go have some?"
Bo Qin was still not at ease. "Should we call a doctor to take a look?"
Jian Dan: "...Uncle Bo Qin, you really don't need to; it's not that serious."
"If you're feeling unwell, you must tell me, okay? I'm worried," he insisted.
Although this concern seemed a bit late, Bo Qin still hoped that Jian Dan would share everything with him—he wasn't a stranger to her.
Jian Dan cooed playfully, with a smile that crinkled her eyes, "Yes, Commander Uncle Bo Qin."