In the intensive care unit.
Ji Baijian's face was all wrapped in gauze.
Only his nose and mouth were exposed, even his eyes were covered.
Song Zhizhi felt some emotional turbulence.
She just stared at him.
Stared at all the numerous tubes attached to his body, stared at his immobility.
"Let me take you in," Jun Mingyu said.
Each time he came to see Ji Baijian, Emotional fluctuation also consumes Jun Mingyu.
If he hadn't been imprisoned by his father that day, he should have arrived earlier, a bit earlier might not have led to this disastrous outcome.
His throat bobbed.
He pushed Song Zhizhi into the intensive care unit, next to Ji Baijian, and then silently left.
In the room, they were the only ones left.
Song Zhizhi reached out.
She wanted to touch his cheek, but in that moment, she did not know where she could touch!
Her stiff arm slowly lowered again.
Her eyes kept staring at Ji Baijian in front of her, staring intently.
