She did not go to the bedside, but sat on the sofa designated for resting.
Unbuttoning her coat.
With a snap, she threw the blue folder in her hand onto the table.
"Ye Biao, do you want to marry me?"
A cold voice, coupled with her own serious and chilly demeanor.
Made the atmosphere in the patient's room even more solemn and tense.
After a long time,
A hoarse, muffled voice came from behind the curtain
"Yes"
"Give me a reason."
After a long time again, a voice came from behind the curtain
"I trust you."
That voice was hoarse and severe, sounding somewhat weak.
Su Yan's expression remained unchanged.
Still bowing her head
"I have no plans to marry you, find someone else."
She leaned back on the sofa, her voice slowly emitting.
The weak, hoarse voice took a long time but feebly responded
"There is no one else."
Su Yan closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.
After a while, she said
