e, Fu Yan knew it was almost quitting time. Without hesitation, she replied, "Okay."As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said, "Oh, by the way, I also invited Hanlin. You don't mind, do yo...Ji Lin's waking time was slowly getting longer, he could already stay awake for an hour.

Qi Qing finally had time to attend to work matters. Her parents, Qi Fu and Qi Mu, had fallen ill from worry after Qi Lin's accident. Seeing him awake, their tightly wound nerves relaxed, and under the doctor's orders, they had to rest.

Besides the caregiver, Fu Yan was left to look after Ji Lin as he hadn't started work yet.

Season Lin, unable to eat for now, could only watch helplessly as Fu Yan gnawed on an apple by his bedside. It was said that he had been in a coma for nearly a month. For this entire month, he had relied on nutrient solution to sustain his life.

Now everything I see seems like a delicious delicacy.

"Is apple fragrant My mouth is so dry that it's almost gone, bird-like."

Fu Yan picked up a fruit knife and sliced a small piece off the apple. Then, she got up and walked to Ji Lin's bedside, handing him the apple.

Ji Lin was overjoyed and about to open her mouth, but Fu Yan moved the apple slices away. "I asked you to smell it, not eat it."

Ji Lin: "..."

"Aren't you curious about how the apple smells A hundred questions aren't as good as one sniff."

Fu Yan again offered the apple, placing it under his nose.

Although Ji Lin wanted to scold someone, Fu Yan's words were not without reason. It's good to smell the scent.

He sniffed it hard a few times, the scent was truly fragrant, and the heartache was also real.

He sighed, "It's like scratching an itch with a boot. Just take it off."

He looked at the ceiling and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why did Li Qin ask someone to hit you with a car" Fu Yan suddenly asked him.

He didn't wake up for long yesterday, and besides, he had to act. Later, Ji's mother cried and scolded her for a while, so she didn't have time to ask.

It must be that Ji Lin knew something about Li Qin, but now that Li Qin is dead, the only one who knows this thing is probably Ji Lin himself.

Ji Lin's hands under the quilt clenched tightly.

During his coma, he wasn't completely unconscious. He finally understood that the weeping vegetative state on TV wasn't an exaggeration. Although he was in a coma, his emotions of joy, anger, sadness, and happiness still existed, he just couldn't express them.

She had already told him about what happened some time ago, by his bedside. He knew that Li Qin was dead.

But how could he tell Fu Yan that Xiaoxing was Li Qin's child.

He and Fu Yan both liked Xiaoxing so much, especially Fu Yan.

Because Xiao Xing looked a bit like her, she felt it was fate and took care of Xiao Xing more than ordinary children.

If she knew about Xiaoxing's background, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

Finally, she managed to break free from that complicated past relationship and had nothing more to do with Huo Mingzheng or the past.

He hadn't figured out how to tell Fu Yan about this, how to say it so that the knot of sadness in her heart would loosen a little.

"Who knows what got into her." Ji Lin's tone and expression conveyed disgust, leaving no room for Fu Yan to suspect he was just speaking off the cuff.

"Zhang Yang told me everything." Fu Yan looked into his eyes.

Ji Lin took a deep breath, how could he have forgotten to be flamboyant.

Fu Yan pursed her lips and continued, "He said you called him before the accident."

Ji Lin frowned, looking uncomfortable. "I can't remember why I called Zhang Yang at the time. Let me think about it. Ugh, my brain! How come I can't remember"

Fu Yan hurriedly pressed his shoulders, and said anxiously, "Alright, let's talk about it later. There's no need to rush now."

Ji Lin let go of his furrowed brows and sighed, "I guess that's all we can do."

Fu Yan bit down on the last bite of apple and tossed the core into the trash can.

She and Ji Lin have known each other since elementary school. The two are closer than siblings. To put it simply, Ji Lin lets out a fart and she knows what kind of poop he wants to pass.stunned. Didn't this require asking the other party if they had an appointmentThey glanced at Cao Fang in confusion. Their usually woman-fearing assistant, was surprisingly close to Fang Xin's busines...