At first glance, he seemed harmless and likeable.
Su Qingyue knew he was the second brother's Fourth Brother, the patient in the secondary bedroom.
Originally, she wanted to go to his room today and take a look at him.
Unexpectedly, he came out of his room first.
Knowing that he had a leg infection, she just glanced at him indifferently, without deliberately staring at his legs.
As for her gaze, he appeared calm and peaceful, quietly letting her observe him, smiling at her with a shallow smile, like a stream of spring water gurgling.
Despite his outward calm, God only knows how nervous he was facing her gaze.
Su Qingyue knew he was also looking at her, but his gaze was gentle and elegant, not as bold as hers. He could not move his legs, but he was not deaf and dumb. He must have known that she, the guest, was deaf.
In his gaze, she saw no disdain, no discrimination against her appearance or deafness.
Qingyue's goodwill towards him immediately skyrocketed.
