Before the boy could clearly see the situation around him, he heard a very clear, familiar, and calm voice coming from the bedside.
"You just woke up and your injuries haven't healed yet. Don't move your body too much."
After hearing what she said, the boy turned to look at her. Unlike others who would be stunned when they saw her face for the first time, the boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and tears fell from his eyes like pear blossoms.
Seeing his strange reaction, Zhu Lin blinked in confusion and asked, "Does your injury still hurt? Why are you crying?"
Hearing her question and sensing the concern in her voice, the boy opened his lips, but no words came out after a long time. Zhu Lin thought he might be mute, so she covered Zheng Jinnan with a quilt, then looked at the boy and asked, "Can you write?"
