On the hospital bed, Lan Xiyu's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes fanned out like a pair of wings, and her mixed-race features were exquisitely beautiful.
Lan Xixiao was also of mixed heritage, but compared to Lan Xiyu, he seemed somewhat more resolute and clumsy. Lan Xiyu, on the other hand, was softer and melancholic—the two were worlds apart.
Their lives were no different.
However...
Lan Xixiao smiled a relieved smile, "Xiyu, even if you have a better fate than me, even if you are more capable than me, what does it matter? Your life is shorter than mine!!"
He reached out, caressing Lan Xiyu's cheek, then his hand lingered on the oxygen mask. He looked up to check the room, which had no surveillance cameras installed.
This was because it was a VIP ward, not a regular one.
The patients in the VIP ward were mostly rich or noble, and they highly valued their privacy.
To him, this was an excellent opportunity!!
