When the man was busy, An Nan lay alone on the hospital bed, unable to sleep for a long time, with chaotic thoughts in her mind, thinking about many past events.
"Brother, what exactly prompted your return this time? Where have you been all these years, and what have you been doing?"
No matter how many questions lingered in her heart, there was no one at this moment who could give her an accurate answer. She could only wait, wait for An Liyang to show up, to give her a reasonable explanation himself.
The initial joy of seeing that person had now vanished into thin air, leaving behind only more confusion.
With such a heavy and complicated mood, An Ran drifted into a hazy sleep.
As soon as her light breathing was heard, the man on the sofa raised a pair of deep, contemplative dark eyes. How could he not notice his wife's obvious abnormality? It's just that she didn't want to talk, certainly for her own reasons, and he couldn't force her. But it didn't mean he couldn't find out.
