"Why?" Lu Xion asked.
"Look at my face it must be dirty, hairs tangled, dry skin, purple lips, and boring hospital clothes. He'll recognize me!"
Wang Shi smiled hearing this and instantly took out his phone. He opened the camera and pass the phone to her, "You're as beautiful as always."
Xiu Mei was shocked that nothing was changed in her looks, her hair was neatly braided, skin and lips moisturized, and instead of hospital clothes, she was wearing purest muslin as soft as silk.
She looked at Feng JInayu in a daze, her heart feels like she was hit by something warm.
Feng Jianyu noticed her expression and gently patted her head. He took Lu Xion's phone from him and exchanged it with Wang Shi's. "If you're feeling fine, talk to your grandfather. You must not keep him worried. I need to discuss something with Xion, be good and don't leave the bed; otherwise, I'll tie you up."
