He got out of bed quietly, and found a stack of blue sticky notes on the second layer of the cabinet.

He held the pen with his long and beautiful fingers and wrote a few words on the sticky note.

He glanced at Lin Fan one last time, then walked out of the ward with long legs.

For a week, even if he still had some grudges in his heart, he would not let go of her hand.

Never let go!

He will be twice as kind to her in the future, and he will try his best to make up for the bastard things he did before.

The sun was still looming in the clouds, the air was slightly cool, and the breeze was filled with the sweet smell of grass.

It gives people a refreshing feeling, and Shiloh has not gone far.

The garden was very quiet, except for a few patients walking slowly.

Shiloh was sitting alone on a bench in the garden, with his hands folded across his chest and his back lazily leaning on the back of the chair.

Black eyes as clear as spring water, quietly looking at the birds on the branches of the towering trees in front of them.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

When Lin Fan woke up, there was no one around her.

She gently propped up her aching body and leaned on the bed.

Her soft and slightly messy long hair is draped behind her shoulders. Her hair is as black as black sesame seeds.

Her face is as white as snow, and her facial features are very soft and delicate.

There is not a single blemish on her fair face.

Her complexion was a little better than yesterday, and her clear eyes were slightly tinged with energy.

It doesn't look as empty as before.

Looking at the empty room, Lin Fan felt a little empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

With the one-week agreement, she not only wanted Silo to think calmly about whether their future was still possible.

She also wanted to give herself some space to think carefully.

What would her life be like without Silo?

If she misses her, it means she is deeply in love. If she misses her so much that she can't extricate herself.

That means she really can't live without him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sticky note swinging gently on top of a brightly colored sunflower with its head raised.

Lin Fan raised his slightly sore arm and gently pulled off the blue sticky note with his green-white fingertips.

On the sticky note is Shiloh's fluent handwriting, each stroke being drawn very vigorously.

His handwriting is very beautiful, and his handwriting is just like his person.

Handsome appearance, exuding uninhibited domineering!

[Fan'er, I'm sorry, I love you, take good care of yourself]

After reading these few words, Lin Fan felt like there was a warm current flowing slowly in his heart.

Just as Lin Fan gradually fell into his own world of hot and cold, the innocent and sweet nurse pushed a small food cart, knocked on the door of the ward, and walked in.

She carefully helped Lin Fan go to the bathroom to wash up, and then helped Lin Fan onto the bed.

After setting breakfast one by one on the small dining table set up on the bed, the nurse immediately picked up a napkin and flicked it in the air.

Then he bent down and tied the napkin on Lin Fan's chest.

There was a hint of caution in her movements and a smile on her lips, as if she was trying to please someone.

Is it necessary to be so particular about having breakfast?

Looking at the smiling nurse, she was holding a soup bowl and filling her favorite soup with polenta.

Lin Fan frowned and asked, "Did Shiro ask you to take care of me like this?" He got out of bed softly, and found a stack of blue sticky notes on the second floor of the cabinet.

He held the pen with his long and beautiful fingers and wrote a few words on the sticky note.

He glanced at Lin Fan one last time, then walked out of the ward with long legs.

For a week, even if he still had some grudges in his heart, he would not let go of her hand.

Never let go!

He will be twice as kind to her in the future, and he will try his best to make up for the bastard things he did before.

The sun was still looming in the clouds, the air was slightly cool, and the breeze was filled with the sweet smell of grass.

It gives people a refreshing feeling, and Shiloh has not gone far.

The garden was very quiet, except for a few patients walking slowly.

Shiloh was sitting alone on a bench in the garden, with his hands folded across his chest and his back lazily leaning on the back of the chair.

Black eyes as clear as spring water, quietly looking at the birds on the branches of the towering trees in front of them.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

When Lin Fan woke up, there was no one around her.

She gently propped up her aching body and leaned on the bed.

Her soft and slightly messy long hair is draped behind her shoulders. Her hair is as black as black sesame seeds.

Her face is as white as snow, and her facial features are very soft and delicate.

There is not a single blemish on her fair face.

Her complexion was a little better than yesterday, and her clear eyes were slightly tinged with energy.

It doesn't look as empty as before.

Looking at the empty room, Lin Fan felt a little empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

With the one-week agreement, she not only wanted Silo to think calmly about whether their future was still possible.

She also wanted to give herself some space to think carefully.

What would her life be like without Silo?

If she misses her, it means she is deeply in love. If she misses her so much that she can't extricate herself.

That means she really can't live without him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sticky note swinging gently on top of a brightly colored sunflower with its head raised.

Lin Fan raised his slightly sore arm and gently pulled off the blue sticky note with his green-white fingertips.

On the sticky note is Shiloh's fluent handwriting, each stroke being drawn very vigorously.

His handwriting is very beautiful, and his handwriting is just like his person.

Handsome appearance, exuding uninhibited domineering!

[Fan'er, I'm sorry, I love you, take good care of yourself]

After reading these few words, Lin Fan felt like there was a warm current flowing slowly in his heart.

Just as Lin Fan gradually fell into his own world of hot and cold, the innocent and sweet nurse pushed a small food cart, knocked on the door of the ward, and walked in.

She carefully helped Lin Fan go to the bathroom to wash up, and then helped Lin Fan onto the bed.

After setting breakfast one by one on the small dining table set up on the bed, the nurse immediately picked up a napkin and flicked it in the air.

Then he bent down and tied the napkin on Lin Fan's chest.

There was a hint of caution in her movements and a smile on her lips, as if she was trying to please someone.

Is it necessary to be so particular about having breakfast?

Looking at the smiling nurse, she was holding a soup bowl and filling her favorite soup with polenta.
Chapter completed!