It's obvious that I've only met him once, but why can't I help myself when I talk to him, like an old friend?
Mo Xianchen leaned against her. How many times had Lin Feiwan stood so close to her?
"Cough...cough...cough..."
Mo Xianchen covered his mouth and coughed violently
Lin Feiwan reached out and patted his back. Looking at his sallow face, she didn't know how the fair-skinned man last time became like this in an instant.
"What's wrong? Do you want to ask the doctor to come over and take a look?" Lin Feiwan asked with concern when she saw that he was coughing badly.
"It's okay, it's the same old problem." Mo Xianchen dealt with Lin Feiwan, but refused to tell the truth for fear of Lin Feiwan's worries.
Seeing his look, Lin Feiwan knew that he was comforting her and helped him tuck the quilt in: "Weren't you fine last time I saw you? Why are you suddenly sick?"
When I put my hand on his head, I found it was a little hot.
"Didn't you see a doctor or take medicine?"
Seeing his complexion, Lin Feiwan must have thought that he was also someone who didn't like taking medicine.
Mo Xianchen smiled elegantly, which made Lin Feiwan a little confused.
"Why are you laughing? You should take medicine when you are sick."
"You should know that not every disease can be cured by taking medicine."
"Then you have to take medicine to relieve the pain. You can't just drag it out like this." Lin Feiwan stood up and wanted to go out and call the doctor.
Mo Xianchen grabbed Lin Feiwan's hand at this moment, and both of them were stunned.
"Sit down and chat with me." Mo Xianchen broke the silence between the two of them first.
"Okay, I would like to hear what you have to say about the disease you have that cannot be cured by medicine."
Lin Feiwan sat down calmly, without any fear or dodge towards him. This familiar feeling told Lin Feiwan that maybe they were really friends before.
As soon as Mo Xianchen said the words, Lin Feiwan fell silent.
He said, the disease I have is not difficult to cure, it is lovesickness.
Lin Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she clutched the corner of her skirt, and stared blankly at Mo Xianchen's serious expression.
lovesickness, homesickness
Is he telling himself, does he like himself?
Lin Feiwan suddenly chuckled, feeling that she was really narcissistic, almost to the point of becoming a demon.
Am I the person you are talking about?
Lin Feiwan avoided Mo Xianchen's eyes and whispered in her heart that it must not be, it must not be