Hannah’s favorite thing was being cared for by soone.
Even if it was just a little bit.
Arnold Simmons reached out and gently caressed her cheek, whispering, "I’m not just anyone."
"Yes, I know, you’re mine."
She tilted her head back, her smile exceptionally joyful.
*
Hannah’s illness ant that her schedule for the next few days had to be completely canceled.
Jack Stewart took care of the aftermath, sending away those who ca to snoop around, saying only that Hannah needed rest, quelling the various speculative voices.
But the onset of Hannah’s illness was sudden, and her recovery slow.
For several days, her condition didn’t improve, and her body beca even thinner.
Arnold Simmons, worried, although he had already called the family’s usual private doctor, still took Hannah to the private hospital for a thorough check-up.
In the end, the diagnosis was still just a common cold, nothing serious, just needed to take dicine on ti.
Outside the door, Arnold Simmons was still asking about other precautions to take.
Hannah sat alone on the bed, looking down at her smartphone.
The screen was black, not turned on.
She was just daydreaming.
Jinlian, the pet who had been cooped up all day, finally found a gap to crawl out for a breath of fresh air.
Just as it raised its head, it saw its master, her face pale, the tip of her nose slightly red, like a daffodil sprinkled with rainwater, fragile and delicate.
Jinlian shook its tail, sowhat worried, "Master, you seem to have lost weight."
Hannah had a slight fra and didn’t deliberately diet to lose weight; she had always maintained a fairly normal weight.
Neither too heavy nor too light.
Although Jinlian seldom paid attention to these things, it could still tell that its master had lost weight.
Hannah snapped back to reality, looked down at Jinlian on the blanket, a small bundle, and smiled weakly, a hint of frailty tinting her usual deanor, "Is it bad to be a little thinner? You used to say I ate too much and didn’t look like a female star at all."
Jinlian twitched its ears and turned its head away, a bit embarrassed, "I was just talking nonsense."
To Jinlian, its master was beautiful no matter what.
Hannah had been sick before, but this ti... Jinlian couldn’t shake off its worry.
"I won’t say those things again, master. Can you please get well soon?"
Its voice held a tinge of gloom, and sowhat irritably, it reached to scratch its ear, "It’s all that stupid big dog Dayuan’s fault, always thinking about going out to play. If it weren’t for walking it... when I get back, I’m going to set it free."
Jinlian thought indignantly, waving its paws in the air.
Hannah, looking out the window at the scenery, said faintly, "If Dayuan were truly gone, you might end up missing it."
Jinlian bit on its paw, "I won’t miss that stupid big dog."
So dumb and clumsy, it could chase its own tail for ages and be overjoyed with just a bowl of dog food.
But... it seed to really like itself.
It would share its favorite dog food with it, although it didn’t like to eat it. It would also share its toys with it, even though it looked down on them.
But... it seed to be really good to itself.
Maybe it shouldn’t set it free. Just punish it by skipping one al!
Lost in thought, Jinlian didn’t notice Arnold Simmons entering the room until it quickly ran back into Hannah’s pocket.
A few doctors entered the sickroom, ready for the next examination.
Faced with such a grand arrangent, Hannah instinctively looked up at Arnold Simmons nearby.
Arnold Simmons walked over, took her into his arms, and comforted her, "It’s just the normal examination process."
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