Qiao yanze woke up the next morning.
It was so quiet in the ward that he almost thought he was alone. But when he tried to move his arm, he suddenly found that his arm was pressed down by someone.
He was slightly stunned. He turned his head and saw li Yinian sleeping by the bed.
The woman was in a deep sleep, as if she was abnormally tired. Her thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes.
His heart suddenly softened. He raised his right hand and tried to turn over, but this action touched his wound and he groaned in pain.
Li Yinian was jolted awake from her sleep.
"Yanze!" When she saw the man who had woken up, a layer of mist quickly covered her eyes, and her voice was extremely hoarse.
Qiao yanze's lips curled up as he raised his left arm with difficulty, holding her hand. "Yes, I'm alive."
Tears fell from the corners of the woman's eyes. She suddenly bent down and hugged him tightly.
