Yu Shengan hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead and said angrily, "Last time, you told me I had to bring my phone wherever I went so people wouldn't be unable to find me. Why is it different when it comes to you?"
"And if you just wanted some fresh air, why did you run so far?"
She had gone all the way to the park at the foot of West Mountain, more than three or four li from their house.
"You've only just recovered. Don't wander around. What if you catch a chill again? What if someone knocks you down while you're on the road?"
Su Qiao was helpless. "I'm not made of glass. I won't fall over from one bump."
"But you were sick for so long this time, and you're so thin now. You look like the wind could blow you away." Yu Shengan looked at her increasingly gaunt face, his brows filled with worry.
He always felt that her illness was more complicated than she claimed. It wasn't merely a weak constitution and catching a cold from the chill.
Su Qiao was amused by his exaggerated claim and laughed.
"You're getting funnier and funnier, kid. I'm a grown adult. How strong would the wind have to be to blow me away? A tornado?"
Yu Shengan didn't know how to argue with her. He stubbornly said, "In any case, you're not suited to going out right now. You're only suited to lying at home and resting."
Su Qiao yawned and forced herself to perk up. "Fine, fine. I'll listen to you, little househusband."
Seeing how tired she looked, Yu Shengan immediately bent down and squatted in front of her. "I'll carry you. Close your eyes and rest for a while, but don't actually fall asleep. You'll catch