Fu Yanlin suddenly stood up from the sofa, moving with such a large motion that he accidentally knocked his knee against the leg of the coffee table, making a dull sound. He ignored the pain in his knee and stumbled forward a few steps, eyes slightly red, no longer able to suppress the longing that had turned into sickness over the past month.
"Asheng——"
"Aunt Chen said you went to the hospital, are you all right? Where are you injured? Is it serious?"
Fu Yanlin stared intently at Wen Sheng, his weary heart seemed to be injected with a new soul, his tone was extremely excited.
Wen Sheng was momentarily stunned before she realized she wasn't dreaming. The man before her was indeed Fu Yanlin, with whom she had lost contact for an entire month.
At this moment, his expression was full of concern, he looked haggard, and he was significantly thinner than when she saw him at the detention center.
