After Jian Dan left, only Cheng Lu and Lin Kun were left in the hospital room, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the room became a bit awkward. Cheng Lu stood not far from the hospital bed, her head lowered, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her legs straight and rigid, not daring to move an inch.
Lin Kun, lying in bed, looked at the shy Cheng Lu at that moment, the corners of his mouth curving into a big smile.
He had known Cheng Lu for so many years and had never seen her like this before.
"Xiao Lu," Lin Kun softly called Cheng Lu.
Cheng Lu, like a startled little bird, suddenly lifted her head, her face turning red in an instant before quickly lowering it again, her fingers rubbing the hem of her clothes at a much faster pace.
Lin Kun supported his injured body as he got out of bed.
"What are you doing? Your injury hasn't healed yet," Cheng Lu anxiously rushed to support him the moment she saw Lin Kun get out of bed.
