She had been awake for a while but didn't know how to face Ye Haofan, so she just pretended to be asleep.
Why couldn't Ye Haofan see that he already had such a loving and wonderful woman by his side?
Why was he desperately clinging to someone who didn't belong to him?
The wind whipped up the white curtains, bringing a hint of chill.
Feeling a bit cold, Rong Lin snuggled closer to Ye Haofan.
Han Yingying remained silent for a long time before she got up, tiptoed to the bedside, closed the window, picked up the blanket to cover them both, and lay back down.
The night was quiet, and the three people in the hospital room slept peacefully.
...
Han Yingying's health had recovered quickly and well; her complexion was now rosy and she looked spirited.
No one mentioned what happened that day, as if it had never occurred, a façade of peace plastered over everything.
Ye Haofan thought that as soon as Han Yingying was well, she would make him honor his promise and set her free.
