Yuan Xu's eyes seemed as though they were laced with poison, "Leave that woman for me, I must make her regret her actions today!"
Gu Shengyin felt that Yuan Xu had been somewhat busy these past two days.
Before, he had been by her side all day in the hospital room, but recently, he would disappear after lunch and not return until after dinner.
When she asked, he would only say that the company had been particularly busy recently.
"Xi Xi," Yuan Xu's expression looked somewhat hesitant.
"What's wrong?" Gu Shengyin, having eaten the fruit Yuan Xu had peeled for her, lifted her head with a smile to inquire.
Yuan Xu looked at Gu Shengyin's pure smile, closed his eyes, and, steeling his heart, said, "The doctor said that your right hand might never be able to hold a paintbrush again."
