Mo Xiuchen pushed open the door to the hospital room. Wen Ran was awake, sitting up in bed, a hint of residual fear was still visible on her pale little face.
"Ranran, why are you awake?"
His eyes shaded slightly and he broke into a gentle smile as he quickly walked over to the bed. Sitting by the bed, he reached out to take her soft hand, "Why didn't you sleep a bit longer?"
She hadn't slept during her IV drip in the morning, only lying down to sleep after the drip was removed. It hadn't even been an hour before she woke up again.
Wen Ran didn't speak, and merely pursed her lips slightly. When he grasped her little hand, she grew stiff for a moment.
Mo Xiuchen's eyes narrowed as he caught her gaze, asking with concern, "What's wrong, Ranran?"
She blinked, then suddenly flung herself into his arms, tightly clutching him with the hand he wasn't grasping. The dreamscape from earlier still occupied her mind.
