He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Zhou Yan stopped and looked at him sideways.

Wei Yinuo stared at her with her slightly reddened eyes.

She couldn't understand why Zhou Yan was so angry.

"Why are you angry?"

Wei Yinuo voiced her doubts.

Zhou Yan was taken aback.

Why are you angry?

Can't she see something so obvious?

Zhou Yan let out a heavy sigh, walked to the bedside, and looked down at the girl lying on the bed.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the girl's face grew increasingly pale, and the scars on her cheeks became more noticeable.

Seeing the scar on Wei Yinuo's cheek, Zhou Yan's heart tightened.

"A promise."

He opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.

"Ok?"

Wei Yinuo looked at him with a puzzled expression, waiting for him to continue.

After a long while, Zhou Yan slowly spoke: "Don't do that again."

Wei Yinuo was slightly taken aback, then lowered her eyes and remained silent.

After dying once, she suddenly understood.

The purpose of life is to accept one's share of hardship and then overcome it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhou Yan felt a little frustrated.

Before he could even speak, he heard Wei Yinuo's voice.

"Uncle Zhou Yan, don't worry, I've thought it through and I won't do anything foolish again."

As Wei Yinuo spoke, Zhou Yan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly settled down.

He breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile in his eyes.

"That's good." He reached out and patted Wei Yinuo's head, gently comforting her, "Take good care of yourself and get better. When you're all better, Uncle will take you out for something delicious."

Wei Yinuo nodded obediently.

For a moment, the ward fell silent, and no one spoke.

Seeing that Zhou Yan had no intention of leaving, Wei Yinuo couldn't help but say, "Go ahead and do your thing, you don't need to stay here."

"I met your mother when I arrived, and she asked me to stay here with you."

Hearing this, Wei Yinuo was somewhat surprised: "My mother left?"

"Probably, it's okay, I'm here."

As he spoke, he pulled over a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching over Wei Yinuo.

Wei Yinuo felt a little awkward and wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know what to say.

In the end, he just silently leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.

"Do you want to fall asleep?"

Zhou Yan suddenly spoke.

Wei Yinuo nodded in agreement.

Zhou Yan got up, walked to the bed, lowered the bed, and then reached out to pull the blanket up for Wei Yinuo.

Throughout the entire process, Wei Yinuo blushed and pretended to be an ostrich.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Zhou Yan's smile deepened.

"You rest for a while, I'll stay with you."

"Thank you uncle."

Zhou Yan felt somewhat helpless when he heard Wei Yinuo call him "uncle".

"Yinuo, I know I'm serious when I'm telling you this."

Wei Yinuo didn't expect Zhou Yan to bring up the past. For a moment, she didn't know what to say, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Zhou Yan sighed helplessly. How come he never noticed before that Little Sun could pretend to be an ostrich?

He ultimately said nothing, sitting quietly in a chair beside her.

The ward fell silent, quiet enough to hear the girl's soft breathing.

In the past, Zhou Yan probably wouldn't have been able to stay in such an environment for even ten minutes; he would have found it extremely boring.

However, at this moment, he found the quiet atmosphere exceptionally beautiful.

He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, gazing at the girl before him, a warm feeling suddenly welling up in his heart.

"Yinuo, are you asleep?"

Zhou Yan asked softly, his voice low and gentle.

Wei Yinuo showed no reaction, her eyes tightly closed.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but lean down, get close to her face, and examine her closely.

His gaze traveled from her eyebrows, eyes, and nose to her mouth, finally settling on the long scar on her cheek.

The scar, stretching ten centimeters from below the temple to above the corner of the mouth, is quite shocking.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but imagine the immense pain she had endured back then, and a pang of sorrow shot through his heart.

The scar has scabbed over, and some of the scabs have fallen off, revealing tender new flesh underneath.

Perhaps the newly grown flesh was a little itchy, and Wei Yinuo, who was fast asleep, seemed unable to bear it and subconsciously raised her hand to scratch it.

However, just as Wei Yinuo's hand was about to touch his cheek, Zhou Yan quickly reached out and firmly pressed Wei Yinuo's hand down.

The itching on Wei Yinuo's cheeks intensified, as if countless tiny ants were crawling on them, making it unbearable for her.

She began to wriggle and squirm, trying to break free from Zhou Yan's grasp so she could scratch that maddening itch.

"It itches..."

Wei Yinuo's voice carried a hint of pleading, sounding quite pitiful.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan quickly and gently comforted her, "It's okay, Nuonuo, let me blow on it and it will stop itching."

As he spoke, he carefully brought his lips close to Wei Yinuo's cheek and gently blew on her cheek.

The cool sensation took away the annoying itch.

Wei Yinuo gradually calmed down and stopped struggling as desperately as before.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan slowly stopped blowing air, but his gaze never left Wei Yinuo's face.

He gazed silently at the quiet girl before him, as if time itself had stood still.

After a while, Zhou Yan slowly reached out and gently stroked Wei Yinuo's hair, feeling the silky smooth hair slip through his fingers.

"Nono..."

Zhou Yan spoke again.

However, Wei Yinuo did not respond to him; only her shallow breathing echoed in the air.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a doting smile.

He slowly moved closer to Wei Yinuo, gently pressing his cheek against her injured cheek, feeling her warmth.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yan picked up his phone, opened the camera function, adjusted the angle, and took several photos in succession.

After taking the photos, Zhou Yan sat back down in his chair, satisfied, and carefully admired each one.

In the photo, Wei Yinuo's eyes are closed, her long eyelashes and sleeping face are serene and beautiful.

Fu Ya gently pushed open the door and saw Zhou Yan sitting by the hospital bed, looking down at his phone.

Perhaps he was too focused on watching, Zhou Yan seemed completely unaware of Fu Ya's arrival.

Fu Ya slowly walked up to Zhou Yan and softly called out, "Zhou Yan."

The sudden sound startled Zhou Yan. He quickly hid his phone behind his back as if he had been electrocuted, then looked up at Fu Ya with a somewhat flustered expression.

Looking at Zhou Yan's reaction, Fu Ya couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What did you do wrong? Why are you reacting so strongly?"

Zhou Yan smiled awkwardly, then waved his hands repeatedly: "No, how could that be?"

Fu Ya didn't press further, and said with a smile, "Thank you for taking care of Nuonuo for me today."

Zhou Yan quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's no trouble at all."

Fu Ya turned her gaze to Wei Yinuo lying beside her and asked with concern, "Is Nuonuo asleep?"

Zhou Yan glanced at Wei Yinuo and nodded in reply, "Mm."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned to look at Fu Ya and asked curiously, "Sister Fu Ya, did you just go to the company?"