Jing Haohao opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, thinking that she seemed to have been unconscious for a long time, and someone had been taking care of her. She even opened her eyes to take a look at the person's face, which was beautiful and familiar, with a touch of endearing compassion in his brows.
And that face clearly belonged to Liang Chen.
Could it be a dream she was having?
Jing Haohao moved slightly as she considered this, only to find she was clutching something warmly in her hand. Unable to discern what it was, she casually rolled it between her fingers and realized it was someone's hand. Turning her head sharply, she saw the person lying beside her bed.
It was not a dream, it was indeed Liang Chen who was taking care of her.
He looked weary, it seemed like he hadn't gotten any good rest. His thin shirt was crumpled as though it hadn't been changed for a long time. At this moment, he appeared frazzled and without the usual elegance, looking even a little haggard.
