Zhao Yun's eyes flickered as he silently swore to have a nice talk with his uncle.
"Ah? No, no, I'm okay, just a bit of headache." Lai Jiayi instantly lied without batting an eyelid. The girl put the flower on the bed head and turned around to talk with Zhao Yun.
'Whatever, I must be seeing it wrong. There's no way Zhao Yang is THAT.'
At the same time, the same place but a different room, a girl in a ponytail barged in.
"Lian!" Xuan Lincheng slid to the bed and stopped right next to it. The girl instantly fell on her knees as she grabbed the bed trail.
"Lian…." Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes, slowly sliding down her cheek.
In front of her was a young man laid on his back, motionlessly. His pale face was covered by tools to help him breathe. The pale strips green pajamas he wore were a match with the blanket on his body.
