In Wen Linyu's eyes, there seemed to be only An Li, even Jiang Yi's presence was ignored by him.
He walked briskly, hurriedly arriving at the bedside and stopping.
An Li, who was just about to fall asleep, had her eyes instantly moistened upon seeing this familiar face.
An Li pouted, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
The next moment, disregarding the needle buried in the back of her hand, she climbed straight up from the bed, staring intently at Wen Linyu.
This time, Wen Linyu no longer cared about worldly thoughts, he embraced An Li tightly.
Only by holding her tightly in his arms could he truly feel her presence, that she was still well.
An Li's sedative seemed pointless, as she clung to Wen Linyu, crying uncontrollably once again.
The two didn't utter a word, just held each other tightly, without reservation.
Seeing this, Jiang Yi silently turned around, opened the hospital room door, and walked out.
