"Xiao Yan, do you know what you're talking about?" Shen Qian pushed the door open and entered, his gaze calm.
"Brother?"
"You've recently had a fever, and your thoughts might still be a bit muddled. It's natural for dreams and reality to blur in such a situation."
Yang Lan hesitated.
Did Shen Wan have the courage for something like this?
Even if she did, how could she hide it? How could she let Xiao Yan know about it?
Was it because she had restless sleep due to illness, had a few nightmares, and hadn't recovered yet?
Shen Yan saw Yang Lan's hesitation in her eyes, and her heart was filled with despair.
Who would believe it?
No one would believe it!
Her gaze swept over Yang Lan and landed on Shen Qian's face. Even her own mother and brother were like this, what about others?
Shen Yan smiled bitterly as if all her strength had been drained, and she slumped at the head of the bed.
She gave up, and surrendered.
