When Lena woke up, she felt that the sunlight was a bit dazzling.
Surrounded by unfamiliar decorations, she got up from the bed and raised her hand to touch her forehead.
Ouch, a bandage was wrapped around it.
This bedroom was very spacious, exuding a luxurious style in every corner.
She suddenly remembered the person she had seen before she lost consciousness, it was Hunter.
I looked up and indeed saw Hunter at the door.
He was still sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bowl of white porridge in his hand, slowly moving over and placing it on the bedside table.
"How are you doing?"
It is false to say that she was not moved, she really thought she had failed last night.
"Are you feeling better, Mr. Reid? Is your leg okay?"
Although she was in a daze, she still remembered him kicking
