When Wen Xinya woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital room. She was still dizzy and had no energy left in her body. She felt extremely weak as if she had contracted a critical illness.
"She's awake!"
Si Yiyan looked at her sickly body on the hospital bed and his heart ached. She was pale and looked as white as the blanket covering her body.
"Mmmh!" Wen Xinya buzzed softly.
"Are you thirsty?" Seeing the dry cracks on her delicate lips, Si Yiyan softly caressed them with his fingers.
Wen Xinya did not feel like speaking and only nodded.
Si Yiyan turned around and poured a glass of warm water. He supported her body, making her lean on his chest, and carefully fed her the drink.
"Are you feeling better?"
Si Yiyan helped her settle back onto the bed delicately and tucked her in.
