In this location, Ji Ziming and Pei Ge were harmoniously having dinner.
In another location, in a foreign country, Tang Xiaoyu was looking the worse for wear. Her posture revealed her extreme lethargy, and one look at her was enough to tell that she was lacking in rest.
"Xiaoyu, your boyfriend's condition is stable now; he already passed the critical stage. You don't need to continue camping here." An Asian woman in white nurse uniform gave her a reassuring smile.
Sitting in a padded chair inside a recuperation ward, Tang Xiaoyu shook her head and replied hoarsely, "No, Linda. I'll stay here until he wakes up."
"You, really! Must you do this? Look at yourself; you're nothing but skin and bones. I think that, by the time your boyfriend regains consciousness, it will be your turn to faint and be hospitalized, instead!" Linda shook her head helplessly at her.
