"Darling, I'm fine!" Fu Hang wiped the sweat on Shen Yan's forehead. His heart ached so much that he leaned foward and kissed her. He then began to comfort her gently.
Shen Yan's brows gradually relaxed, and she ceased her sleep-talking. Her hand grabbed Fu Hang's uninjured hand inadvertently, and only then did she sleep peacefully.
Fu Hang looked at Shen Yan's appearance, and his heart swelled. His thin lips could not help but curl up.
His broken hand still hurt a little. As long as he could see Shen Yan, he felt that this minor pain was insignificant.
Meanwhile, Shen Yan was dreaming.
She dreamed that when she rushed to the entrance of the emergency room, she saw that the person pushed out was Fu Hang.
She could not believe her eyes. Fu Hang was clearly still alive and well. It was just that his hand was slightly fractured. How could he be gone?
However, Lin Nan and Miss Na walked over and tried to comfort her.
