Hospital.
Ye Xuan sat by the bed peeling an orange, the refreshing citrus scent filling the ward.
"Cough, cough."
Meng Weijia coughed a few times heavily, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened at this moment.
"Weijia, you're awake? How are you feeling?"
Ye Xuan quickly stood up, his expression full of anxiety, and asked, staring at Meng Weijia lying in bed.
"I'm fine."
Seeing Ye Xuan caring so much for her, Meng Weijia couldn't help but feel warm inside.
But then she thought, the one Ye Xuan truly loves is Ying Tian, so she quickly discarded that thought.
"Ye Xuan, where is Ying Tian?"
Meng Weijia's face was pale as she slightly moved her body, leaning her soft waist and back against the bed, asking.
"I sent him to avenge you. Now, Klan is already dead."
Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold as he said in a deep voice.
That damn Klan dared to intercept Ye Xuan and accidentally injured Meng Weijia; doesn't he deserve to die?
"What?!"
