Just after half-past ten at night, He Lian Bobo finally left reluctantly to return home.
Ye Fan also lay down on the bed to rest.
However, not long after he had lain down, a tapping sound came from outside the door.
"Come in," Ye Fan said, turning to face the door with his head on the pillow, without getting out of bed.
His injuries had improved a lot by now, but sitting up from lying down was still painful.
He saw the door gently push open and, since the light was still on, Ye Fan directly saw Lin Yuehua carrying a blue and white porcelain bowl on a wooden tray.
"Medicine again? Didn't I just have some at nine something?" Ye Fan silently wondered, also noticing there was no scent of medicine.
Before he could ponder further, he called out with a smile, "Lin Yuehua."
Lin Yuehua, still with a cold expression, lifted her eyes to look at Ye Fan when he called her name, and then immediately lowered them back to the steaming blue and white porcelain bowl, moving steadily forward.