Kuang Meiyun calmed herself down and walked into the VIP ward. Shirley Ann wasn't there. Peng Bairan was lying quietly on the bed. His feet were bandaged, and his face had been cut by a sharp object all the way to his forehead. He had already applied ointment, and it was still red and swollen. The wound looked hideous.
Peng Bairan's cold face was manly, but at the same time, it made people feel dangerous and unapproachable. The mysterious and slightly evil aura was very attractive to girls.
Now, with this new wound on his face, he seemed to be more and more of an evil person.
Even though his eyes were closed, he still gave off a sense of rejection.
Only those who were familiar with him knew what kind of person he was.
The person lying on the bed seemed to know that someone had come in. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared deeply at her. He was not surprised to see her suddenly appear.
"You're awake?"
