The steady beeping of the monitors and the faint hum of the air conditioning were the only sounds between them.
The room was dimly lit, the artificial glow casting soft shadows against the walls.
Chen Lin lay motionless on the bed, her pale complexion contrasting against the white hospital sheets.
Wu Yuxuan remained where he was, his gaze unwavering as he looked at her, his expression unreadable.
Ji Yuhan, standing by the side, watched him. After a moment, he finally spoke.
"You're her lover."
Wu Yuxuan's eyes shifted toward him, finally acknowledging his presence.
His gaze was sharp, but Ji Yuhan didn't waver. Instead, he continued.
"You were the one who sent the extravagant lunch treats on her first day."
His voice was calm, yet there was certainty in it. The pieces had clicked into place.
Ji Yuhan had seen Wu Yuxuan before—at business events, banquets, high-profile gatherings.