Shi Che didn’t speak. He slightly reached out and hooked Ling Chuxia’s chin, making her feel as if a force was lifting her chin, and then she met Shi Che’s dark brown eyes, deep and somber, seemingly able to see through one’s heart.
Ling Chuxia blinked, not daring to meet Shi Che’s eyes for fear of revealing her guilt.
Shi Che, however, did not notice her expression but closely observed her complexion, which was very pale. Her skin, originally fair, had become as white as paper.
His brows furrowed even tighter, "You should have said something if you were feeling unwell."
Actually, he could have asked Xiao Zhao to go back and get the luggage instead. However, he had asked Ling Chuxia to do this because he wanted to see more of her, especially since he was going on a sudden business trip for nearly half a month. Unexpectedly, this woman was unwell and hadn’t said a word.
Even though there had been some changes in recent times, she still couldn’t fully recover to her former self. Now, his heartache was creeping up on him, overwhelming his anger.
Although Shi Che’s voice was deep, Ling Chuxia could vaguely hear the concern in it. Her heart trembled slightly, and her tense emotions eased a bit. She curved her lips and gently shook her head, "I’m fine."
Shi Che looked at her frail body, standing there, about to fall. He turned his head toward Xiao Zhao and said, "You don’t have to come with me. Take the Young Madam to the hospital."
Hearing these words exploded like thunder in her ears. How could she possibly go to the hospital in her condition?
Ling Chuxia immediately shook her head vigorously, "No, there’s no need."
Perhaps because her reaction was a bit sensitive, Shi Che’s dark eyes slightly darkened. Ling Chuxia realized this and her heart jumped again. She secretly took a breath, forcing herself to calm down, then softly replied, "I just have a small cold. I can just take some medicine when I go back; there’s no need to bother Xiao Zhao. Let him go on the business trip with you."
Shi Che stared at her for a while. Ling Chuxia tried to muster a smile, smiling at him to signal that she was alright.
The light in Shi Che’s eyes was somber, and he seemed lost in thought, but in the end, he didn’t mention having Xiao Zhao take her to the hospital anymore.
Half an hour before Shi Che’s boarding time, Ling Chuxia sat next to him, waiting with him.
Shi Che glanced sideways at Ling Chuxia and suddenly reached out his hand, pulling her into his arms.
Ling Chuxia leaned into his embrace, taken by the force of his pull. She was stunned for a moment before looking up at Shi Che.
Shi Che wasn’t looking at her. His handsome face was expressionless, his voice somewhat cold, "Lean on me if you’re feeling unwell."
Ling Chuxia froze for a few seconds before realizing—his voice was cold, but his actions were gentle. Leaning in Shi Che’s arms, her heart involuntarily fluttered with sweetness.
Yet, that sweetness carried much bitterness. The nicer Shi Che was to her now, the more guilt she felt inside.
She dared not let Shi Che perceive her emotions, so she turned her head and buried her face in Shi Che’s chest.
Half an hour passed in a flash. Shi Che boarded his flight, and Ling Chuxia stood there until the plane took off before she finally turned and left.