He kept saying they were family, so why couldn't he share just a little of his pain with her?
"Even if you knew, it would be useless. Go back to sleep, it'll be better by tomorrow morning." In the darkness, he hung his head, and Gu Xiaoxi could only see his fine, short hair gleaming, his sharp and distinct features, and from the faint light, the fatigue on his face, covered in sweat.
There was a brief suffocation in the air, Gu Xiaoxi pursed her lips, let go of his hand, and angrily stood up before striding out of Quan Shaoqing's bedroom.
Quan Shaoqing watched her retreating back and then, clutching his chest, his face twisted to reveal extreme pain.
Even with her present, not only was she unable to help him, but it seemed she was disturbing his heart.
This kind of pain hadn't troubled him for many years; he thought it had been healed, so why had it suddenly started again? And why was the pain more intense than before?
Quan Shaoqing felt extremely puzzled.