Professor Yutel had left the sickroom.
Yu Xusheng stepped forward two paces to the bedside.
Qin Wan also walked over with him.
"Is this, your uncle?"
"Yes."
"So young, and, so handsome."
A faint smile surfaced on Qin Wan's face as she observed the man on the bed, who appeared to be sound asleep.
Possibly because Yu Xusheng bore some resemblance to him.
She felt a sense of familiarity with the man in the bed.
Though he lay there, neither opening his eyes nor moving.
It felt, in a way, comforting.
Qin Wan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
In a teasing tone, Yu Xusheng asked, "Wanwan, seeing my uncle, do you believe more in the love story of his youth that I told you about?"
Laughter seeped into Qin Wan's eyes, "I think, your title as Movie Emperor is at risk."
"Haha."
Yu Xusheng laughed heartily.
"Let me tell you, when my uncle was young, half of the girls in the Imperial City were his admirers."
"That impressive?"
