Underneath the blanket, the man's breath was as rapid as raindrops, barely audible under the weight.
Lu Yang removed her hair tie and combed her hair with her fingers. She pulled it forward in order to cover the faint hickey on her neck.
Lu Mingyu was standing at the door in sportswear. He had a cap on and Bluetooth earphones in his ears. He had the appearance of a young athlete, exuding a vibrant and sunny energy.
He asked cheerfully, "Yangyang, have you seen that guy, Jiang Yanzhou?"
"Do you need something from him?"
"I want to take him running. That sickly guy needs more exercise, or he might really pass away prematurely."
Lu Mingyu, influenced from a young age, felt sympathy for patients, and he felt particularly sorry for Jiang Yanzhou after recognizing him as a patient.
"Yangyang, have you seen Yanzhou? I think I remember him coming this way. I asked Grandma, but even she doesn't know where that guy went."
