Ming Yao had watched over the man throughout the night in the hospital.
When dawn was barely breaking the next day, the man slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the woman sprawled at the side of the bed, a trace of softness appeared in Gu Siting's deep eyes.
He lifted his hand, wanting to stroke her head, but realized his arm was wrapped in gauze.
Ming Yao hadn't fallen into a deep sleep; the moment the man on the sickbed moved, she woke up.
Their gazes met.
A silence as heavy as death ensued.
After that night's incident which hurt their feelings, the atmosphere between them carried a hint of subtle awkwardness.
Still, Ming Yao didn't overact, considering he was the one injured.
She was the first to break the silence, "I asked the doctor, you'll recover after some rest, there won't be any amputation, whether of an arm or a leg."
Gu Siting swallowed hard, and almost choked upon hearing her words.
