Tong Lu suddenly felt that the pent-up anger in her heart over the past few days had disappeared in an instant. Her red lips moved, and her throat rolled. "I was wrong too, let's write it off."
After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up into a smile.
Her sudden smile was imprinted in Leng Yejin's deep, dark eyes. It was as if a stream of clear spring water had gushed into his heart. It was refreshing and bright.
He raised his hand and pressed his palm on the center of her hair. That movement was as gentle as a pair of wings flying across her heart, making her feel warm. There was a hint of sweetness that slowly grew in her heart.
The nurse knocked on the door and entered the room. Leng Yejin retracted his hand and sat at the head of the bed as he watched the nurse insert an IV drip into the back of her hand.