As if she had thought of something, Su Qiao rummaged around and pulled a paper packet wrapped in old newspaper from her schoolbag, then stuffed it into his hands:
"This is for you. I specially prepared it for you. One packet a day, for a whole month."
"But I'm not sick." Xiao Jingsheng was somewhat dumbfounded.
In the darkness, Su Qiao turned her head and rolled her eyes at him, sounding slightly disdainful:
"You're not sick, but you're too weak. You don't even have as much strength as I do, and your fighting skills aren't as good as mine."
"Aren't you going to take the entrance exam for the Military Academy? How can you manage without a stronger body?"
"What if someone beats you up during training at school? I won't be able to get in or help you. I'll only be able to watch helplessly and worry."
Once his fighting skills improved, he would be the one beating others up.
I didn't expect she had already thought this far ahead for me.
Xiao Jingsheng tightly clenched the paper packet in his hand, but his heart was already surging like turbulent waves, unable to calm down for a long time.
His dark eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his gaze at Su Qiao grew increasingly fervent.
She... Could this count as a confession?
Then what about him... What should he do now?
Should he... Should he say something?
Or do something?
Staring at Su Qiao's bright red lips, Xiao Jingsheng was so nervous that even his palms grew damp.
After taking two deep breaths, he was just about to throw away the thing in his hand and do something, but then he thought of something and suddenly furrowed his brows.
She was so beautiful and so wonderful, but his family