"It's truly a shame, actually I didn't mean anything else, I just want to know if he's recovered..."
"It's alright, come in! You've come from afar, it's not easy..." Long Kaiwei enthusiastically opened the door to the hospital room.
Xia Yanxin hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked in...
On the hospital bed, Long Lingli's face was very pale, with bandages wrapped around his head, and there were still purple-red scars visible on his neck. Xia Yanxin felt her heart ache; such a young child, who could have beaten him like this and buried him in the snow, it was truly heartless.
She slowly walked to Long Lingli's side and softly asked, "Do you feel any better?"
Long Lingli looked at her indifferently, without a word. After a long moment, he raised his gaze, looking at the figure behind Xia Yanxin, his eyes quickly filled with panic. His hands clutched the blanket, trying to hide underneath it.
