Chu Ao Tian Junlang's face radiated a charming smile. He went to Li Wanyang's bedside and carefully inserted the flowers in the vase at the end of the bed.

"Are you feeling better?" Chu Ao-tian's eyes were full of concern, and at the same time, his heart was very self-reproached, he had never sent her flowers.

Li Wanyang did not answer, but turned his head to the side without the vase.

Chu Aotian had already guessed that Li Wanyang's reaction would be like this. He was already used to it.

Chu Aotian was silent for a few seconds, then took off his coat and lay down on the other side...