Yu Wenxu, who had been looking down silently, raised his head and grabbed Su Yan's hand.
His eyes were deep
"Where will you go after I fall asleep? Now that you have your full memories back, do you plan to leave and return to where you belong?"
His face was pale and weak, but he stared at her urgently.
The grip on her hand was strong.
It seemed that if she uttered even one displeasing word, he would never let her leave this place again.
Su Yan blinked, looking at his stiff-backed posture.
"I won't leave."
She answered seriously.
Yu Wenxu's thin lips were slightly pursed.
The tension in his back relaxed a little.
Su Yan patted his hand, speaking up
"You can't use strength, it will pull on your wound."
Then, the grip Yu Wenxu had indeed loosened.
He lay down on the bed, complying with Su Yan's words.
Watching him lie down, she stood up and tried to pull her hand away from his grasp.
But then, the grip suddenly tightened again.
