Three days had passed since Ling Buyi had been admitted to the hospital, and each day had brought steady improvements to her condition. Her complexion, once pale and gaunt, had started to regain its natural glow. The nourishment and IV fluids had done their work, and the exhaustion that once clung to her body like a second skin had begun to fade. Xiaoxi remained by her side throughout, keeping a close eye on her friend. The doctors and nurses, too, had shown great care and diligence in their treatment. But despite all of this, one thing remained painfully obvious—her husband, Yuanfei, hadn't come by even once.
"Three days," Xiaoxi muttered to herself, staring at Ling Buyi, who lay quietly on the hospital bed. "Three days, and he hasn't shown his face. What kind of man…"
