The next time Lin Gantang regained consciousness, she smelled disinfectant in the air. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in the hospital with a needle in the back of her hand.
She turned her head and saw Wen Yanqing beside the bed. His body was slightly curled up and his eyes were fatigued. He sat quietly as if he was in a daze.
Lin Gantang reached out and stroked his hair.
Wen Yanqing shifted his gaze and saw Lin Gantang staring at him.
"You're awake?" He immediately went forward with concern, his voice hoarse.
Lin Gantang stroked his chin; it felt ticklish. "How long have you not rested? Your beard is growing."
"I'm fine." Wen Yanqing held her hand carefully. "Does any part of your body feel discomfort? Does it hurt?"
