There she saw Luo Fenghe leaning against the bed, her eyes slightly lowered, watching with gentle eyes the person sleeping peacefully on her lap. Her slender and delicate fingers rested on the head of the resting person, softly stroking back and forth, as if lulling a child to sleep.
The French windows in the room were not covered with curtains, allowing strands of light to shine through, casting a warm and holy glow onto Luo Fenghe, who already possessed a naturally gentle and graceful demeanor.
Yu Luowan stared, astonished by the scene on the sickbed, filled with gossip and shock.
What... they not only stopped fighting but also made up?
For a moment, Yu Luowan was torn about whether to enter the room or not.
After all, she didn't want to disturb such a harmonious scene and atmosphere.
Just as she was about to close the door quietly and leave, Luo Fenghe spoke, "Why are you standing there like a fool? Come on in."
