In the ward, Xia Yu leaned against the sickbed, while Shen Yan sat on the chair by the bed. The two of them did not speak, and just sat there.

Shen Yan's gaze landed on Xia Yu's face, and the fox eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhuo Jiamin's slap was not a light one. She had made crystal nails, causing Xia Yu's face to swell up. In the middle of the red mark, a few streaks of blood were cut out by nails.

Shen Yan watched as his chest tightened for no reason, and the tip of his ...