Meng Yan, seeing the situation, exclaimed excitedly, "Rong Lan!"
Qin Miaomiao raised her eyes to meet Rong Lan's gaze, seeing him squinting, wiping away tears from the corner of her eyes, and walked up to him with Lu Qing's support.
"Rong Lan... Rong Lan... Can you see me?"
Qin Miaomiao was afraid her voice might disturb Rong Lan; the doctor said he was weak. She dared not speak loudly, fearing discomfort to him.
Rong Lan blinked as an answer.
Lu Qing, seeing this, said, "He must be too weak to speak."
Qin Miaomiao nodded in agreement, "That's definitely it."
Meng Yan knew Rong Lan surely wanted to speak, and especially to Qin Miaomiao. He hesitated, then approached him, placing his ear by his mouth and gently asked, "Do you have something to say to me?"
Rong Lan's lips barely moved up and down, and Meng Yan heard a faint voice, instinctively closing his eyes for a moment, "You've long known about your health, then why... Never mind, do I want to speak to her alone?"
