Within a pristine white hospital room was Xu Yao, leaning against Happy's bed as quietly as a baby with her weak and frail body. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around Happy's arm, and there were still clear tears on her face, which was scrunched up with a scowl.
Happy had already opened his eyes for a while.
Creak.
A nurse came over for a ward round, and when she opened the door, she saw the comatose patient who was rumored to have been in coma for more than a year and suddenly woke up open his eyes. He was also staring at the girl leaning against his bed with a clear mind. The nurse's expression instantly became very interesting.
"Doc—"
The nurse was just about to open her mouth and shout, but the boy on the bed immediately placed a finger on his lips and hushed her. She forcefully swallowed her words.
