Despite this, those eyes were fixedly staring at her.
Today, Duan Fei was wearing a cream-white, short down jacket, her hair black, and her small face pale, her beautiful, doe-like eyes sparkling, her nose and lips small and delicate. These past two months, she had apparently regained her health, her cheeks rosy and plump, her face full of collagen.
Without makeup, she radiated a sense of wholesomeness and cleanliness.
Compared to five years ago, her facial features hadn't changed much, she was still the one who had instantly stirred all his emotions at first glance...
Perhaps his gaze was too explicit, as Duan Fei's eyes flickered, and she looked away, observing the hospital room.
Unlike the last time she was hospitalized, this time, there were no documents, nor a computer in sight.
Was he really courting death?
Had he been provoked by something?
Duan Fei didn't understand...
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
