Lu Qingyan, dressed in a neat suit, his handsome and mature features held only a trace of cold indifference. His beautiful peach-blossom eyes met Jiang Nanshu's for three seconds before she guiltily looked away.
Inside, she kept screaming 'Da Shachun', what on earth was going on!
Was she dreaming, or was this real!
Why had she inexplicably come back.
And yet, Da Shachun was like dead.
Jiang Nanshu licked her dry lips and looked at the ceiling in despair.
"How is her health?" Lu Qingyan's indifferent voice rose.
"President Lu, your wife's vital signs have stabilized. She just woke up and might need some time to recuperate quietly, but there are no major issues."
"Mhm, everyone can leave now."
The doctors then gradually left, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
Jiang Nanshu turned her head to look out the window. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, and she didn't know what expression to face Lu Qingyan with. She even silently wished for this dream to end soon.
