"Little Jane, don't get up so quickly," Coco Edwards said, feeling sorry for Jane Sampson just looking at her. She'd been crouching for so long, and to stand up so abruptly, who wouldn't feel dizzy?
Jane had just steadied herself when she walked over to the doctor, holding onto the side of the sickbed, her eyes fixated on the person in the bed.
James Black, lying in the bed, was awake. Seeing that Jane had removed her makeup, changed her clothes, and was wearing a mask, he frowned, "Didn't you go?"
"Does it hurt?" Jane asked, her question off-topic. Her fingertips gently touched James Black's bandaged hands.
It was very light, as light as a speck of dust landing on them.
"Jane Sampson, what did you promise me? Not listening, huh?" James's Black's words lacked the threatening tone, as he had just finished surgery and come out of the surgery room; his questioning "huh" didn't scare Jane as before.
"It must be very painful, right?" Jane's eyes reddened again almost immediately.
