Fu Shilv looked out of the window, "The snow has stopped, and it's cloudy. Your eyes will get better soon."
Liang Nianwei still lay there weakly, resembling a white rose about to wilt.
A drip hung from her hand as Mrs. Liang wiped away her tears beside her.
"Shilv, don't comfort me anymore. The surgery has risks, and I didn't have much hope to begin with."
Liang Nianwei raised her hand and touched the gauze over her eyes. "I was in a lot of pain just now, but you are so skilled, now it doesn't hurt at all."
Fu Shilv had actually just arrived; it was all psychological for Liang Nianwei. "You should rest well."
"Shilv—"
She didn't want him to leave.
"If, I mean if my eyes still don't get better this time, will you treat me in the future?"
Fu Shilv's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly; he hadn't forgotten what he promised Sheng Youxia.
The master was also there and, hearing Liang Nianwei's words, gently nudged Fu Shilv's arm.