It Was Not a Good Time

After a while, Cen Shuang knocked on the door and realized that something was not right. This was also her room. Why did she have to knock? Cen Shuang bolstered her courage, pushed the door open and saw Zhuang Hong sitting on the bed.

The man was just sitting upright on the bed. At this moment, he was looking at the tablet in his hand. His deep black eyes were emitting charm. His slightly furrowed brows revealed a trace of seriousness. The bright light outside the window shone on his face. It illuminated his pale facial features. His serious expression was magnetic. The moment Cen Shuang looked over, she felt as though her chest had been struck. She could not shift her gaze away. Zhuang Hong had been bedridden for a long time, and that made his breathing seem weak and sickly. However, Cen Shuang felt that he was not quite the same as other patients in this situation.