low of the streetlamp fell on his profile. He lightly pursed his thin lips and slowly turned his gaze towards her.Fu Yan was as moved as she had been when she was young, her heartstrings being tugged...When Fu Yanxing woke up, a nurse was helping her clean the wound on her forehead. The wound wasn't big, but it hurt when the iodine rubbed over it, causing her to open her eyes.

"You're awake" The nurse looked at him with surprise.

Fu Yan was still trying to make sense of the situation, her brow furrowed. She took a sharp breath and instinctively reached for her forehead.

"Hey, don't touch." The nurse hurriedly stopped her hand. him very much. On New Year's Eve, they flew to Guangcheng together. In the crowded flower street, she held onto his sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go. She would sleep in his study without any hesita...