"If you want to cry, just let it out." On the car, Zhao Jingmiao looked at Hao Lianlian with concern.
Since they left school, this girl had been silent, and seeing her like this, Zhao Jingmiao felt incredibly distressed.
"I'm fine." Hao Lianlian said hoarsely, then coughed a few times.
"Are you sick?" Su Ziqiao's face looked a bit grim, glancing in the rearview mirror at Hao Lianlian sitting in the back seat.
Her little face was frighteningly pale.
"Sit tight." He suddenly made a turn and directed the car in another direction.
"I'm fine." Hao Lianlian said softly.
"You look like a ghost and still say you're fine." Su Ziqiao said angrily.
Hao Lianlian, "..."
Zhao Jingmiao, "..."
He seemed really upset, and considering they weren't very familiar with him, none of them dared to speak.
After Su Ziqiao said this, he realized and looked regretfully at the rearview mirror, "I didn't mean it like that, I meant if you're sick you should see a doctor."
