The sterile scent of the hospital and the soft hum of the lights above nearly lulled her to sleep. Her arms were resting on the side of the bed, her face buried against them, the exhaustion settling deeply in her bones.
A faint sound stirred her awake. She lifted her head, eyes squinting in the soft glow. At first, she thought it was nothing, but then the air shifted—a subtle movement from the bed.
She looked at Wu Yuxuan, his eyes meeting hers with a quiet intensity. A faint, tired smile touched his lips.
"You're awake?" she murmured, her voice hoarse.
He stayed silent for a beat before answering, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been awake for a while."
Chen Lin blinked, surprised. "How long?" she asked, her voice trailing off.
Wu Yuxuan shrugged lightly, though the movement barely masked the exhaustion in his body. "Around 10 minutes ago," he said, though he'd really been awake for more than half an hour.
