Yan Ye's gaze was so indifferent it seemed as if he had no connection to the world anymore.
It wasn't until Yan's mother took out a diamond ring from her bag.
If he hadn't seen incorrectly, this sparkling diamond ring was the birthday gift he had given Lian Xinying for her eighteenth birthday.
Yan's mother placed the phone and the diamond ring beside him and then gently persuaded, "Yan Ye, you should focus on your recovery first, everything else is trivial."
Yan Ye's arm was wrapped in bandages, so he couldn't pick up the diamond ring to examine it closely.
But the chill in his heart had already spread throughout his body.
"Get out," Yan Ye said without looking at anyone.
Those two cold words were hoarse and indifferent.
Soon, everyone left the hospital room.
He Wenze didn't leave.
"Young Master Yan, there's one thing that's very strange," He Wenze knew that once he woke up, his intelligence and ruthlessness would return simultaneously.