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He has deep eyebrows, a high nose, and slightly messy black hair.

Although his face looked a little tired, his handsome appearance could not be concealed.

After noticing Wen Mian's movement on the bed, Pei Zhiyao slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of morning mist in his eyes.

In the dim light of the morning, Pei Zhiyao slowly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes looked particularly bright in the hazy morning light. There was a hint of fatigue on his eyelids, as if telling of his waiting last night.

He sat up gently, his movements light and graceful, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the morning. He gently ran his fingers through his hair, arranging his black hair meticulously. The delicate hair shone with a faint luster in the early morning light.

The eyes he looked at Wen Mian were full of concern and worry. His eyes were deep and warm, as if they could draw people in deeply.

There was a hint of unnoticeable nervousness in his eyes, as if Wen Mian's well-being was his greatest concern.

"You finally woke up!"

Pei Zhiyao's voice was full of surprise and relief. His tone was gentle and deep, like a morning chord.

Wen Mian nodded gently, with a smile on her face.

Her smile was quiet and elegant, like a ray of sunshine in the morning light, lighting up the whole room.

A pair of bright eyes looked particularly bright in the early morning light, like bright stars.

Wen Mian's figure is slender and weak, like a budding flower.

Her skin is fair and flawless, as delicate as porcelain. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall on the pillow, exuding a light fragrance.

Pei Zhiyao looked at Wen Mian, and the tension in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep satisfaction.

He gently got out of bed and opened the curtains, letting the early morning sunlight fill the room.

He turned back to Wen Mian's bed, carefully arranged the quilt for her, and asked gently: "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Wen Mian shook his head slightly and said softly: "I'm just a little tired, don't worry."

Her voice is like the spring breeze blowing on the face, making people feel warm and comfortable.

Pei Zhiyao looked at her, the worry in his heart had not completely dissipated, but he knew that he could not stay by her side all the time.

He said softly: "You have a good rest first, and I will prepare breakfast for you. You will get up to eat when you feel better."

After saying that, he walked out of the room quietly, leaving a gap when he closed the door, as if he was afraid that Wen Mian wouldn't be able to find him when he needed him.

Wen Mian looked at his leaving figure and felt a warm current in his heart.

She knew that this man had been silently guarding her and caring about everything about her.

Later, he moved the ward to a VIP ward that can provide food and living, with enough space and even a kitchen and study room.

Sure enough, only rich people can afford it.

Now Wen Mian's condition has stabilized, the tubes have been removed, and he can eat on his own.

As the sun rises, the whole room comes alive.

The sun shines through the gaps in the curtains and dapples onto Wen Mian's face, coating her fair skin with a light golden color.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her heart filled with peace and tranquility.

The tempting aroma of the breakfast prepared by Pei Zhiyao drifted into her nose through the crack in the door. The sweet taste made her feel a little hungry. She pressed her belly gently and decided to get up and have breakfast. (End of chapter)