This is also the first time she has heard about it.
Today is different from yesterday, the two bodyguards who stood at the door have been withdrawn.
Su Yan knocked on the door.
"It's me, Su Yan."
The person inside did not speak or make any movement.
She pushed the door and entered.
Bo Feng was leaning against the hospital bed, wearing blue and white striped hospital pajamas.
His complexion was still pale.
But his spirit seemed a bit better than yesterday.
Bo Feng glanced at Su Yan expressionlessly a few times.
Then he looked away.
Su Yan placed the fruit basket on the table.
She spoke out,
"Are you feeling any better?"
Bo Feng's voice was stiff,
"I won't die."
This was the first time he had spoken to her since the car accident.
His tone was icy cold.
Su Yan did not speak further, just sitting there keeping him company.
The nurse came in every hour to take his temperature and check his condition.
And each time, the temperature in the ward seemed to drop even lower.
