Chen Si shouted loudly, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks.
As she wiped her tears, she sobbed and walked in Ye Qingran's direction.
Ye Qingran: ...
Ye Qingran sighed, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's true what they say, troublemakers live a thousand years!"
Chen Si snapped fiercely.
Ye Qingran: "... Who are you calling a troublemaker? Hey, are you crying? Did you think I was..."
Ye Qingran looked over at the person on the hospital bed and was suddenly caught between laughter and tears.
This stupid woman, can she even mistake identities?
Chen Si stubbornly said, "I'm not crying because of you! I'm just crying because I saw you're okay, and I realized I'll have to endure your oppression again!"
Ye Qingran: ...
As she slowly walked forward, she stood in front of him.
Both of them were holding their phones, staring at each other.
Ye Qingran suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
But Chen Si suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist.
