"Did he call you?" Leng Ye's heart trembled slightly, striving to keep himself calm and speaking composedly, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on her.
Wen Nuan shook her head, a trace of pain flashing in her eyes: "He came to the hospital just now. I saw him from a distance when he reached your room. Maybe he didn't come in because he saw you were asleep."
"What did he say to you?" Leng Ye's heart lifted.
"He didn't see me." Wen Nuan laughed lightly, with a carefree smile, yet a greater sadness welled up inside. She picked up an apple and began peeling it: "I think maybe he really has forgotten who I am..."
"Nuannuan." Her smile spread to her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes. How could she hide it from Leng Ye? He called her softly, gently taking the fruit knife from her hand and held Wen Nuan's hand tightly: "He will come again, about the child..."
