Tang Yumeng's steps were sometimes hurried, sometimes slow, precisely reflecting the contradiction in her heart.
Finally, she pushed open the bedroom door inside the room.
Lin Chuan was lying quietly on the bed, seemingly asleep.
"Lin Chuan!" Tang Yumeng rushed over, and the moment she saw Lin Chuan, tears instantly burst out. She was deeply moved and quickly grasped Lin Chuan's hand. At this moment, Silver Fox walked in from outside, leaning on the door frame, and said, "He hasn't woken up yet."
"How could this have happened to him?" Tang Yumeng asked urgently.
"Severe physical exhaustion, respiratory infection, and sixth-degree burns on his body," Silver Fox glanced at Tang Yumeng and said, "It will probably take some time for him to recover."
"Oh my God!" Tang Yumeng burst into tears.
"Tears are useless," Silver Fox glanced at her and said, "He likes you so much, yet you insist on hurting his heart. Do you deserve him?"
