He was indeed tired today.
After hearing Yu Han's even breathing, Du Xinyuan, enduring the pain, took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Liu Xiaoli, who was on watch outside.
Soon, several Reporters poked their heads in and pushed open the door, then took a few pictures of Du Xinyuan and Yu Han before leaving.
The gloomy weather fermented, and the cold wind of early winter whistled past, as if carrying blades.
Yu Han had already woken up when the sky was slightly lit.
Lifting his eyes, he saw Du Xinyuan with her eyebrows tightly furrowed, lying quietly on the bed.
Yu Han quietly sent a text message to Zhang Xiaoyu, then went to the bathroom to quickly wash up.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Du Xinyuan staring with wide eyes, her face full of horror.
"What's wrong?" Yu Han hurried over.
"My legs..." Du Xinyuan stared at her own legs: "Why can't I move my legs?"
