"Whether you want to go down or not, isn’t it still up to you?"
She stared at him blankly, seeming to understand sothing.
"Who said going down ans ending this journey? We’re just getting off this ride, only to catch the next trip," Qin Feimo was startled by his own words.
Since when did he beco a love expert? Here he is, discussing love and life with her.
Feng Jinglei seed equally taken aback by his words, gazing at him dazedly, recalling his use of ’we’ just now.
As various emotions churned inside her, Qin Feimo suddenly spoke again, "I was just using a taphor."
She snapped back to reality, her gaze lowered.
She should have known he was just using a taphor.
The rain outside gradually stopped.
The Ferris wheel turned twice, once again reaching the ground.
"Achoo—!"
The sudden sound of a sneeze snapped them both back to reality.
Feng Jinglei finally left his long legs and stood up, "We’re here."
She rubbed her itchy nose, getting off his lap.
Because the Ferris wheel was still rotating, getting off quickly was necessary.
Qin Feimo worried she might fall, instinctively took her hand, and walked down the Ferris wheel with her.
Yet, she knew clearly he wasn’t the man to accompany her on the next journey of life.
Leaving the Ferris wheel, she sensibly withdrew her hand from his grasp, softly saying, "The rain has stopped, let’s head back."
After speaking, she walked ahead directly.
Qin Feimo still stood there, watching her solitary figure walk ahead, unable to describe the feeling inside.
"Achoo—"
Another sneeze sounded; Qin Feimo took out his phone and called Li Yuan.
When they reached the hotel, Li Yuan was already waiting at the entrance.
Seeing them drenched, Li Yuan was taken aback, "What is this... did you two just take a shared bath?"
A teasing joke, which made Feng Jinglei dumbfounded, followed by blushing, a shy touch creeping onto her cheeks.
"Achoo!"
Her head grew heavier, and Feng Jinglei sneezed several tis.
Realizing Qin Feimo’s purpose for calling him, as soon as they entered the room, Li Yuan started prescribing so dicine for Feng Jinglei.
"It’s just a mild cold, not a big deal; you should be fine after two days of dicine. But do keep warm, or it might worsen, and fever is possible."
After leaving two boxes of dicine and finishing his advice, feeling there’s nothing much for him to do, Li Yuan planned to leave.
"Wait."
Qin Feimo suddenly spoke.
Li Yuan halted his steps, turned to look at him.
Qin Feimo glanced at Feng Jinglei’s hand still wrapped in bandages, rembering its inability to contact water, and how she was currently soaked, surely needing a bath.
"Could you check her hand again, see if it’s okay to get wet now."
Hearing this, Li Yuan raised an eyebrow, then went over to check Feng Jinglei’s hand wrapped in bandages.
"The surface is peeling off and the wound is healing, but it’s best not to let it contact water to avoid infection and inflammation, which would complicate matters."
After checking her hand, Li Yuan conveniently changed her dressing.
Hearing this result, Qin Feimo furrowed his brow secretly.
His hand couldn’t contact water too; how would she take a bath?
"Anything else? If not, I’m heading out." Watching Qin Feimo, Li Yuan feared once he turned, he’d be called again, so he simply asked thoroughly.
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