In the neighboring hospital room, Li Yeqi returned to his room and saw Fu Youran sitting at the bedside. He frowned and said displeasingly, "Why are you here?"
Fu Youran got up and went over to him. Seeing the man's somber expression, she slowly walked over, stood beside him, and asked in a gentle tone, "Erluo, do you feel any better today?"
Li Yeqi glanced at her indifferently, his gaze landing on her was cold and chilling, "Haven't I told you not to appear in front of me again?"
Fu Youran's face stiffened, she hung her head low, and after a moment, tears began to fall, dropping to the ground like large beads. No matter how one looked at her, she seemed pitiful.
"Erluo, do you really detest me that much?"
Li Yeqi averted his gaze, as if another glance at her would be intolerable, "Yes, so don't come here and upset me."
