The man on the bed lifted his head upon hearing the voice, and a faint smile appeared on his weak and tranquil face. "You're here."
"Please have a seat." He closed the book and turned his head towards the small sofa by the bed, gesturing for her to sit.
It was designed like a detachable bedside table, giving the impression of a portable companion bed.
Jiang Nuannuan walked over and sat down, noticing that he seemed a bit thinner, with an oxygen tube attached to his nose.
She couldn't help but worry and asked, "Has your health been deteriorating recently?"
"It's just the side effects of the medication, don't mind my current appearance. I'll be fine in a few days." Zhai Heng smiled in response, his clear black pupils reflecting her face with warmth and tenderness.
"Mr. Zhai, you still look handsome now, I don't mind." Jiang Nuannuan waved her hand dismissively, glancing at the book on his leg.