Ningzhiyuan gently shakes her eyes, and Li Jiaren speaks at her own discretion, but still doesn't find out.

"Zhiyuan, would you like to wake up soon..." She took back the hand that stroked his cheek, lowered her head, and her voice was soft. It was similar to the past tone of her and Ning Zhiyuan's coquetry, but also brought a little sadness in it.

ningzhiyuan's eyelashes moved several times, and finally he opened his eyes half hard. The bright light made him unable to adapt for a while, and he closed his eyes slightly.

in less than a second, he could still see the haggard face and red eyes of...