Three days later.
A warm ray of sunlight penetrated the window and spilled into the room.
Ye Xuan opened his eyes, moved his fingers, and sat up from the bed.
He put on his clothes, with breakfast already prepared on the bedside table next to him.
"How long did I sleep this time?"
Ye Xuan rubbed his temples, looking puzzled, and asked in surprise.
"Knock knock."
The sound of knocking came.
"Come in."
Ye Xuan finished dressing and said.
"Xiao Xuan, you're awake?"
A soft and beautiful silhouette appeared in Ye Xuan's sight, seated on a wheelchair.
When Ye Xuan saw the silhouette in the wheelchair, his brown-black eyes were immediately moistened with tears.
"Xiaorou!"
Ye Xuan rushed forward, throwing himself onto Tang Xiaorou's lap, touching her green hair affectionately.
"Haha, Xiao Xuan, I'm fine, why are you crying?"
Tang Xiaorou comforted him, gently stroking Ye Xuan's head with her white, onion-like fingers.
