A soft sigh echoed through, delicately sliding past his ear, followed by a gentle hand caressing his face. He furrowed his brow slightly, convinced he was dreaming!
This touch reminded him of someone, someone he had called out countless times in his dreams!
His hand rested under the blanket, aware he was awake but resisting the urge to open his eyes. The hand slowly caressed the contours of his face, its tender fingertips carrying a hint of chill!
He pursed his lips, hearing the sigh again before the sensation on his face retreated, a familiar scent gradually faded away!
He paused before jerking his eyes open: the empty ward, curtains swaying in the wind, apart from him, there was no one else!
...
Qi Qun found out about Li Weihuan's injury the next morning. The hospital's special care unit had phoned Li Mufang. Li Mufang was busy in the kitchen, so she casually tossed her phone in the living room, least anticipating an incoming call!
