He opened his eyes, and the sight of the hospital's ceiling greeted him. He was dazed by the white ceiling for a while, unable to fathom where he was.
"Yu Zhe? How do you feel?"
A familiar voice rang out beside his ear.
Yu Zhe turned his head to the source of the voice and saw Mu Xiaoxiao's worried face looking at him.
He blanked out for a while, but his memories quickly returned.
He remembered what had happened.
"Xiaoxiao…" He wanted to speak, but what came out of his throat was very hoarse, and he felt an intense thirst.
The nurse near them said, "Even though the patient has already woken up, he has lost a lot of blood. He needs a bit of water to moisten his throat and lips to speak properly.
"Oh, oh, okay!" Mu Xiaoxiao poured out a glass of water in a hurry.
