When he was asleep, his brows and eyes relaxed, devoid of anger. He looked noticeably softer.
His lips were slightly parted, seeming to be deeply asleep, and then...
"Spying on me?"
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. He turned to look at Su Qingnuan, his deep eyes sharp and clear, not a hint of grogginess from just waking up.
"..."
Quickly averting her gaze, Su Qingnuan stammered, "No... I just woke up too."
Seeing her flustered reaction, Fu Yihan let out a cold snort and propped himself up to sit.
"Since you're awake, come over here and help me."
"...Okay."
Helping Fu Yihan into the wheelchair, Su Qingnuan wiped the sweat off her forehead and couldn't help but reflect—who's the one actually recovering in this hospital?
Noticing her pale complexion, Fu Yihan added, "Go lie down for a bit."
Su Qingnuan nodded slightly and got back into bed.
Watching her settle down with practiced ease, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, "You're being discharged today, back home."
"Mmm..."
