His eyes were tightly shut and his sleeping face was quiet. His white jade-like skin was so fine that not a single pore could be seen. At this moment, he was as quiet as a harmless and pure angel.
Even though the word “Angel”was really inappropriate to be used on him.
Luo Anning had always felt that even if Rongyan was not a demon, he had to be a fire-breathing dragon.
That temper... it was really unflattering.
It was fortunate that she could stand him.
Jiang Peihua, who had only one precious son, saw Rong Yan lying on the hospital bed with a lifeless face. On the bed, her heart was filled with mixed feelings. She held Rong Yan’s cold hand with one hand and patted it gently, her eyes slightly moist.
“Anning, come here.”Jiang Peihua waved her hand and patted the seat beside her.
Luo Anning followed her instructions and sat down next to her. She looked at Rong Yan quietly and Jiang Peihua said understandingly, “Xu Zhiyuan made things difficult for you, didn’t he?”
