Yi Yanfeng's face was so white that it was almost transparent, his breath was as thin as a thread, and he was as weak as a piece of tissue paper. Lan Nuyin had no doubt that a gust of wind would definitely blow him down.
What on earth has he experienced? How could he become like this? Lan Nuyin felt suffocated.
Yi Yanfeng's charming eyebrows furrowed, as if he was forcing himself to wake up...
In her eyes, that beautiful face that was familiar to her bones appeared, and Yi Yanfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" He asked her if she was okay.
His eyes fell on her bright red waist, and he frowned tightly. "Does it hurt?"
Lan Nuyin felt a severe pain in her heart and burst into tears. "Are you an idiot? Can you just take care of yourself?!...I don't feel any pain!"
Yi Yanfeng's frown slowly relaxed, it was okay, he could still curse.
Gently holding her trembling little hand, Yi Yanfeng smiled slightly. "I'm fine. Nuyin, thank you, thank you for letting me survive."
Lan Nuyin was stunned. "What?"
Yi Yanfeng did not explain, but closed her eyes in exhaustion. "I'm very tired...I want to take a nap. Don't worry, I'm fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful and dazzling figure in Lan Nuoyin's sight fell into silence.
Just as he was about to say something more, he was suddenly interrupted by a cell phone ringing.
Lan Nuoyin took out her mobile phone and the caller ID was Lan Xiaoai.
"What's up?"
"Sister, is brother Yan Feng with you?" Lan Xiaoai asked right away as soon as the call was connected.
Lan Nuoyin raised her eyebrows. "Does it have anything to do with you?"
Lan Xiaoai was anxious. "Sister, can you please have mercy on us? Sister Xiang is still in the operating room for resuscitation! She is not out of danger yet! Brother Yan Feng is your husband, he will not leave. But you know Xiang
How much does Sister Xiang need Brother Feng at this time? Can you pity Sister Xiangxiang! She only has Brother Feng left, how can you be so cruel?"
Lan Xiaoai's slightly crying voice made Lan Nuoyin feel so painful that she almost suffocated.
"Are you done?"
"Sister, you..."
"I've hung up! Regarding Yi Yanfeng, I'm sorry but I have no comment!" he said, turning off his phone with a snap.
Wiping away her tears, she found that Yi Yanfeng woke up at some unknown time, and those ancient and unwavering eyes were looking at her with unknown meaning.
Lan Nuoyin's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Xiangxiang...what's wrong?" Yi Yanfeng asked softly.
"I don't know...but something seems to have happened!" Lan Nuoyin's eyes flashed and she didn't look into his eyes, but said in an unclear tone.
Yi Yanfeng seemed to be exhausted, so he just said "hmm" and said no more.
Lan Nuoyin felt sad. She knew that he woke up because he heard something happened to Mo Zixiang. "Do you want to go see her?" Lan Nuoyin asked tentatively.
"Do you think I should go see her?" Yi Yanfeng closed her eyes and asked softly.
Lan Nuoyin was startled. "I think it shouldn't be done, so why won't you go?"
Lan Nuyin couldn't feel Yi Yanfeng's breathing at all. If this person wasn't really alive in front of her, she would have thought that Yi Yanfeng was already a corpse.
"Even if I want to go... I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." After a long time, he answered slowly.
Lan Nuoyin's nose felt sore, and she felt as if she had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. "If you want to go, I will help you."
Yi Yanfeng frowned. "Are you driving me away?"
"No..." Lan Nuyin shook his head, feeling like there was a stone stuck in his heart.
"Nuyin...what do you want to ask?"
Lan Nuyin put her hand on his, and a cold feeling came from her palm, which made Nuyin feel pain in her heart.
"I just want to ask, Feng..." Lan Nuoyin choked up. "Do you love me?"