Tang Ying, stretching and yawning, turned her gaze towards Zhang Ziwen on the hospital bed - the foremost thing she cared about each day. She blinked in disbelief, her scented lip slightly agape and couldn't close, as Zhang Ziwen, lying sideways on the hospital bed, was smiling at her. Was he awake? Tang Ying blinked her mesmerizing eyes, doubting if she was dreaming. Could there be a miracle? Staring at him carefully, she assured herself that it was really him. His smile was as laid-back as always, carrying that dash of ambiguity. It was him, the same old him, awake and unchanged. Tang Ying trembled, too elated to even faint.
"Doctor... He's awake..." Tang Ying, coming back to her senses, remembered to call the doctor. Her voice trembled with excitement, but it didn't affect her exquisite English enunciation.
