C152 A Visit to Yan Yuhan

Xu Xiran was a little disappointed. His fingers couldn't help but stroke the screen as he replied, "How do you know I'm sick?"

His phone quickly lit up again. "You turn back."

Xu Xilan reflexively turned his head to look. Yan Yuhan, whom he had not seen for many days, was carrying a bunch of blue hyacinths as he appeared at the ward's door with a face full of smiles