"By the way, Sister An An, Mr. Song is so handsome. I originally thought he was really disfigured and was wearing a mask all the time, but I didn't expect it at all." Xiaoduo happily told Ning An as if he had discovered some new world.

"He is just hypocritical. With just a few scars, he feels like he is disfigured and the sky is falling."

"It's such a pity to wear a mask, how nice it is to have it now."

"He is different from normal people. We think it's okay, but he thinks he is ugly."

Xiaoduo smiled: "It's not that he's okay, but he's really handsome."

"That's it, he has an unpleasant personality." Ning An filled a bowl of dumplings.

It was still raining heavily outside, and Mo's house was shrouded in a hazy mist. From a distance, nothing could be seen.

Song Shaoyan had been lying on the bed. When Ning An was not around, he closed his eyes and listened silently to the sound of rain and wind outside.

"The dumplings are ready, do you want to eat?" Ning An came in with a tray and closed the door with his foot.

Song Shaoyan opened his eyes, his eyes were a bit gloomy and tired, but the corners of his lips still raised: "I smell the fragrance."

"Xiaoduo's craftsmanship is quite good. When I was at Mo's house, I tasted the dumplings she made."

Ning'an took the bowl out of the tray, it was steaming hot.

"Your leg... still hurts?" Ning An saw that his face was very pale, with no blood at all, and his eyes were full of tiredness.

She was a little unsure.

Song Shaoyan shook his head slightly: "It's better."

"Can you get up and eat dumplings?"

He turned to look into her eyes and then tried to sit up.

Ning An quickly went to help him, and she felt that his palms were sweaty.

She sat on the bedside and took a dumpling. She waited until the dumpling was cold before feeding it to him: "Try it."

Song Shaoyan actually had no appetite, his mouth was dry and astringent, and his throat was uncomfortable, but he still ate.

There was a warm atmosphere in the bedroom, and the cold wind and rain outside did not affect the tranquility and warmth of this bedroom at all.

When Ning An saw him eating a dumpling, he said, "No matter what, you have to eat something. Xiaoduo said you didn't have breakfast."

"Can't eat it."

"Then eat more dumplings and take the medicine later. You'll be fine after taking the medicine."

Song Shaoyan's eyes were filled with bitterness and dimness, and even taking medicine... wouldn't make him better.

"How does it taste?"

"Yeah." Song Shaoyan nodded without saying much, "You should try it too."

"There's still a lot in the kitchen, I'll eat later." Ning An saw that he didn't have much energy, so she kept feeding him. In any case, she wasn't stingy enough to argue with a patient.

When she fed him, he liked to look at her, with burning eyes and long eyelashes.

Occasionally Ning An would raise her head and meet his gaze, but he would not shy away from it.

"When it comes to repaying your kindness, actually I don't owe you anything, because you have hurt me so many times. I think the grudges and grudges can probably be offset." Ning An said calmly.

"No." Song Shaoyan frowned, "Grace is kindness, resentment is resentment, it cannot be offset."

"Oh? Then you say, should we vent our grievances like this?"

"You can hit me or scold me, and I'll let you handle it."

"You clearly know that I can't do such a thing." Ning An looked indifferent, "Besides, I have no intention of doing it."

"Can you not go back to New York? Hengyuan is short of a marketing director to be responsible for foreign markets."

"I won't stay."
Chapter completed!