Ye Zimo gazed at Xia Yihan's injured back of hand. He did not find Xia Yihan frowning in bed, and then woke up quietly.

Xia Yihan squinted at the incompatible light that came into his eyes. In the dim room, he saw a loud voice sitting beside the bed and a slightly spicy feeling on the back of his hand. Xia Yihan moved his hand and soon saw the figure turning around.

Xia Yihan looked at the leaves as much as she could. The dazzling light made her weep and the pressure on the bed decreased. Soon she heard the sound of the curtain being pulled up and the room...