Drying my hair doesn't mean I won't catch a cold. Luo Qianqian still sneezed in the bathroom, cursing the cold weather with rain mixed with snow. Even with the car's heater on, it was still uncomfortable.
"Caught a cold?" Fang Youyuan asked worriedly, walking in after hearing her sneeze. "Should we visit the hospital or take some medicine?"
Luo Qianqian gently shook her head, rubbing her head. "I'm fine. I'll feel better after some sleep when I get home. How is senior brother?"
"Still the same." She glanced at Jimo Cheng sitting motionless on the bed, and a pang of sadness crossed Luo Qianqian's face.
Walking softly to Jimo Cheng, she hugged his head, "Senior brother, don't be sad. I'm here, the elder brother is here, and Grandpa Kong is here too."
