"Tian Tian, the doctor said you have to get a good rest!"
Already at her breaking point, Mu Tiantian felt anger shoot straight up in her chest, but the moment she heard Bai Chenyao, that doctor, call out that low, slightly helpless yet full-of-heartache "Tian Tian," her heart, which had almost withered, seemed to be gently cradled all of a sudden.
Delicate, gentle, endlessly full of tenderness.
The expression on Mu Tiantian's face was incredibly awkward.
Watching her clearly burning with rage, yet because of that one sentence from him, turning all awkward and adorably pouty, a faint smile appeared on Bai Chenyao's handsome, cold face.
"When you're better, we'll talk slowly. We've got a whole lifetime ahead of us; it's long."
Mu Tiantian: "..."
If Bai Chenyao had said something like that earlier, would she have felt so wronged and so unwilling to accept it?
Like every little woman, Mu Tiantian snuck a slightly awkward glance at Bai Chenyao, then obediently hummed in reply.
