Su Li gently knocked on the door and walked in.
The smell of disinfectant was stronger in the hospital room, along with the ticking sound of instruments in the silent air.
Su Li's heart suddenly tightened with nervousness.
"Feng Huai..."
Su Li's voice abruptly stopped, staring blankly at the man on the bed with a breathing machine.
The man looked very handsome, an elegance between manhood and youth, with a complexion as pale as a white sheet.
He bore some resemblance to Feng Huaijin but lacked Feng Huaijin's lazy arrogance, adding a touch of softness.
His eyes, vast like a sea of stars, looked at her and suddenly contracted, as if seeing something unbelievable.
Su Li was utterly confused. This... this isn't Feng Huaijin!
Even if he looked a bit like Feng Huaijin, he definitely wasn't Feng Huaijin!
The next second, a woman's sharp voice came from behind: "Hey, who are you?"
Su Li's face turned beet red, hurriedly placed the flower basket down, and stammered, "I'm sorry."
