C889 Recover

Just as Chen Yan had hoped, all his hopes had been fulfilled. He wasn't dreaming, it was real.

It was a sunny morning.

It was about eight in the morning.

Chen Yan acted as an alarm clock and woke him up at eight in the morning. He didn't know when he had fallen in love with reading some poems that he used to feel sour about. Sitting in front of Teng Yueming's bed