“And you’re sure there’s nothing else you need? I mean…sick as you are…it’s natural to be a bit pathetic and need things.” Fu Hua asks as she places a cold, damp cloth on your forehead, her tone blunt as ever.

Ah…even when she cares about you, she still does that thing where she doesn’t let her serious and cold side slip. Obviously, it’s only sometimes, she’s a lot softer usually. Especially when you get sick, which is when she makes the biggest fuss over you. Running around to make sure you’re comfortable, meticulously tucking you in every five seconds, getting you food…the works. If only you weren’t so stubborn.