Lu Ziheng still had a cold demeanor, "How do you feel?"
How long had it been since Yi Weilan heard his concern?
Right then, tears started swirling in her eyes, and with an even softer and more helpless voice, she reassured, "Don't worry, the doctor said they are all superficial wounds, I should be fine after some rest."
Lu Ziheng nodded and placed the fruit basket on the table.
"Xiaoyu is here too." Qin Yun promptly stood up, her voice quite loud.
Ran Yu forced a smile, walked over, and placed the large bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, then she sincerely said to Yi Weilan, "Miss Yi, I wish you a speedy recovery."
Yi Weilan's forehead was wrapped with a band of white gauze, her hands were also bandaged, and at that moment, she was wearing a light blue hospital gown. Her slightly curly hair draped over her fragile shoulders, giving her an air of pitiful charm, enough to make any man's heart soften with sympathy!
