Zhiyuan was the first to rush into the ward. As soon as he heard that Xinyi was conscious, he didn't wait for a second more.
Inside, he saw Xinyi leaning on the bed. Her left temple was covered in cotton and bandage. She slowly opened her eyes.
"Zhiyuan…"
He slowly walked towards her. His irises were fixed at her.
Relief.
That was what he felt to see her awake. When she had fainted in his arms, he felt as if his heart had stopped beating.
Xinyi tried to shift on the bed, but he quickly held her shoulders. "What are you doing? You should be resting, not moving around."
"I was just-"
"Sshh," he placed his finger on her lips.
Zhiyuan sat beside her. He gently touched her temple and whispered, "It hurts, right?"
Xinyi softly said, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Don't lie."
"I am not lying-"
The next of her words couldn't come out of her mouth when Zhiyuan surprised her by gently pulling her into his arms. Xinyi's eyes slightly widened.
