"How did you get back so fast?"
Luo Fuman looked astonished, a flicker of panic in his eyes as he raised a hand to rub them.
'Did the heavens send her to me just because I was thinking about her?'
Yang Yingzi gave a cold laugh, her brow still tightly furrowed.
Her tone softened slightly as she said coolly, "It's all thanks to Xiao Fei and Qingya. They were heading this way anyway, so they gave me a ride. That's why I'm here half a day earlier than planned."
Before she had even finished speaking,
the hospital room door was pushed open again. This time, it was Fei Jin.
He was carrying a large, heavy-looking bag.
A complicated feeling instantly filled the air.
Behind him, Song Qingya followed, walking in slowly while holding a bouquet of white lilies.
"Xiao Fei, Qingya, what are you two doing here?!"
Luo Fuman exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.
Song Qingya entered the room, her steps light and quiet.
She wore a loose, floral-print dress.
