It was a cold winter morning. The sun rose up at a lazy speed, casting a beam of gentle light into the advanced ward at Family Mu's hospital.
Shangguan Ning's internal clock woke her up from sleep at 6:30 am.
The first thing that she saw was a patch of white clean roof. Smell of antiseptic, mingled with the lovely scent of lilies, was in the air.
Shangguan Ning felt dizzy as she lay in the bed. Where was she?
She was about to lift her hand to brush away the hair that blocked her view when a large, warm hand took hold of her fingers, instead.
Her movement woke up Jing Yichen, who had been resting by her bedside.
He raised his head and met Shangguan Ning's surprised look. He let out a tiny smile seeing her eyes widen. "Up now?"
His voice was hoarse, but still sounded nice. His smile was brighter than the sun's rays filtering through the window.
