Yan Zhan's brows furrowed in cold concentration, then he said indifferently, "Don't think too much right now, just take care of your health."
With a slight tug at the corner of her mouth, Zhan Se watched him calmly, observing the man before her.
She could be one hundred and twenty percent certain that he was genuinely concerned about her.
And this concern was not merely driven by a man's desire for a woman; within his deep eyes, there was also an undercurrent of emotion that she couldn't quite understand.
Looking up, she asked, "Yan Zhan, why are you so good to me?"
Yan Zhan touched her forehead, and after making sure she was not feverish and talking nonsense, his lips pursed as he held one of her wrists, placing her cold hand into the quilt, his voice grave as he spoke.
"You'll know in the future."
After a moment of contemplation, Zhan Se continued with a smile, "Why not tell me now?"