The warm sunrays crept into the spacious ward bit by bit. Pei Ge's face was pale as she lay on the bed. Her beautiful, watery, and expressive eyes were shut. Her slender, fair neck was wrapped in a bandage stained with blood. The bandage even had remnants of yellow disinfectants. Ji Ziming sat by her bed as he looked at her with sad and hurt-filled eyes. How he wished to suffer in her place, instead.
How he wished to have been the one kidnapped earlier instead of her, too.
The woman on the sickbed moved her fingers slightly, causing him to bolt upright. He asked softly, "Ge Ge, are you awake?"
In the depths of her subconsciousness, she heard someone calling her name. Alas, the person's voice was near and far, loud and soft. It seemed that her spirit was wandering in the realms of dream shrouded in a thick fog. She could not see anything else other than herself.
"Are you awake? Open your eyes and look at me; I'm here."
