A soft sobbing sound cut through the tranquillity of the hospital room. It was An Yun's voice. An Yun's shoulders were shaking slightly as if in tears. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He nearly had forgotten that there was another person in the room. He was too nervous to look at her, fearing that An Yun would get angry at him for his erotic dream. It was not his intention to have such a dream, but the evidence on his body was quite humiliating, so he dared not face her.
He Li also heard it. She stood up, walked gently to An Yun's bedside, and sat down. Goodness, what's happened to this girl?
"...An...Miss An, what's wrong?" Seeing An Yun's grieving face, He Li couldn't help but feel a wave of compassion.
"No...nothing..." An Yun hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks.
