Qin Mo hesitated at the door to Chu Yiqin's apartment before knocking lightly.
Without waiting for a response from inside, she opened the door and walked in.
The heating was turned up high in the room, which was decorated in a particularly minimalist style, and on the large bed lay a person. She had never seen Chu Yiqin this vulnerable. The room was dim, with all the curtains drawn.
Qin Mo didn't turn on the lights and spoke softly as she entered.
After pausing at a distance, she wasn't sure if Chu Yiqin had woken up.
"Cough cough..."
Just as Qin Mo reached the bedside, she heard the man cough twice, and she felt sorry that he was in such a pitiful state—his left hand had been fractured and hadn't healed properly yet, and now he had caught a cold. The fracture had even been her fault, and Qin Mo felt a twinge of guilt.
"You're up, have some hot water."
Qin Mo attentively poured a glass of water and, seeing the man sit up, quickly placed the cup by his side.