Jiang An turned around in astonishment to look at her hand that was being held by the man, a thin veil of confusion rising across her face as she whispered softly, "Dr. Gao, you're drunk."
The man who was still sitting on the bed slightly raised his head, exchanging a glance with Jiang An at the bedside. His originally sharp eyes twinkled faintly before he lowered his head slowly and said, "I know."
Jiang An: "…"
Her hand was gently kneaded by the man as he stared intently at her palm, taking a long while before he finally, with a child-like bewilderment, called out her name, "Jiang An…"
Lowering her gaze to the man whose complexion was flushed, Jiang An thought he was about to say something to her, but after a long wait she heard nothing more, leaving her somewhat at a loss.
It seemed like he always loved calling her name.
