Feng Shiyan felt very depressed, and if Shao Shuyang and Ouyang Nuannuan found out, how could she face them in the future?
This morning, the wound had improved a lot, and she turned to the side, not wanting to see Wan Jinlun.
Wan Jinlun looked at Feng Shiyan, who was usually sharp-tongued, suddenly appearing like withered yellow flowers, and he found it a bit strange.
He cleared his throat lightly, "Your Shao Shuyang won't be in trouble. If they break up, leave it to me, I'll help them get back together, okay?"
After speaking, Wan Jinlun saw she still remained motionless.
So he went around the bed, walked over, and saw her eyes were red, looking like she might cry.
This made him feel a bit guilty.
"Alright, it's my fault, you... can you not be like this?"
Feng Shiyan sniffed as she buried her head in the pillow, "I don't need you to care."
"Okay, I'll go ask the doctor when you can be discharged."
