Luo Zhiyong looked towards Fang Pingying with a gentle smile, lightly caressing her face with his hand, asking with a hint of heartache, "You must have been worried sick yesterday, right?"
Fang Pingying grabbed his hand, laid it on the bed, and tucked it under the blanket. She glanced at him and grumbled, "How could I not worry? In the middle of the night, the military called to say you were injured, ill, and on the brink of death, urging us to see you for possibly the last time. The elders at home were so scared they couldn't even speak, both Fang Xiu and Guangsheng were beside themselves with worry."
Luo Zhiyong could imagine how it must have been, but what he really wanted to know was how Fang Pingying reacted at that time, "And you?"
