Wen Yan finally met Elara this afternoon.
“Xiao Ling…” Wen Yan frowned slightly, his expression a bit solemn and nervous.
He seems to have a lot of things to say to Elara, but the only thing that comes to mind is “Xiaoling”.
Elara nodded slightly at him.
Elara took the freshly picked loquat and placed it on Wen Yan’s bedside.
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